Kade guides me to the Range Rover parked at the curb, and I smile to myself, knowing their eyes are still on us. Is it petty to rub their noses in this and make them think I'm dating the prince? Probably. Am I above such a thing? Hell no.
Kade shuts my door for me and then walks over and puts the pie in the back seat before hopping up front beside me. After he cranks it, he smiles.
"They're still watching."
I can't tear my eyes off him long enough to even try to glance at Jeremy and Vickie. I want to play with his tongue ring right now. He has turned my mind into mush.
He looks over at me, and his eyes change as I stare longingly at his lips. He tilts his head as if he's studying me, and for a second, I swear he's about to kiss me again. Of all the times for it to happen, my phone starts ringing, playing Halestorm's Mz. Hyde.
Kade laughs when he hears it ringing, and the possible moment is ruined. I could have just imagined it to begin with.
"Hello," I mutter, trying not to sound as agitated as I feel while we pull out onto the road.
"Put loverboy on the phone," Josh chuckles.
"He's not... no. I don't trust you."
He laughs harder, and Kade tilts his head.
"I swear I won't say anything to embarrass you."
I snort derisively, refusing to hand over the phone.
"If you don't hand him the phone, I'll walk around the house naked when you guys get back."
Shit.
"Fine. Play nice."
Kade snickers as I hand him the phone, and I listen and watch as he greets my brother.
"Sure," he says. "We'll be back in about five minutes or less. I'd like to eat some pie first."
I grin involuntarily when his smile becomes infectious. I forget all about Josh and the promise of disaster when all I can focus on is Kade.
"They've been gone too long," I mumble while pacing back and forth.
"Your brother is good with guns. Stop worrying," Mom says dismissively.
I offer her an incredulous gawk. "I realize he's good with guns. That's why I'm worried."
"They're just shooting skeets," she chuckles out. "Josh isn't stupid enough to shoot him."
"He'd better not be."
I feel my whole body relax when Kade's Range Rover rolls up in the yard. Kade is laughing with my brother when they get out, and more relief fills me. To keep everyone from seeing how crazy-strung I am, I clamber back to my room and collapse face-first onto the bed.
Their laughter carries through the house when they come in. I just press my face into the pillow, trying to get a hold of myself before Kade sees what a freak I've become.
"Where's Raya?" Kade asks, his voice only slightly muffled by my closed door.
"She's in her room," my mother says. I can actually hear her smiling. She has too much confidence in me if she thinks I can get a guy like Kade to see me as more than a friend.
I hear the door, but I don't bother lifting my head. A breath of air gushes through my lips when Kade drops down on top of me and buries his face in my neck.
"Your brother is one crazy motherfucker," he murmurs against my neck, and I choke out a laugh.
He laughs, too, but I'm more focused on the fact his body is pressed tightly against mine. I think he's torturing me.