They both snickered.
“I’m teasing.” Angel slapped his leg like it was the funniest thing ever.
“Sort of,” Nico added with a snort. “For the next year, my life is gonna pretty much suck.”
“I’ll never understand why you guys want to live your life like that. Screw someone telling me what I can and can’t do,” I grumbled.
“It’s not like that.” Angel rolled his eyes.
“Then what exactly is it like? Tell me how that shit works,” I dared.
“That’s club business, sis,” Angel said before taking a sip of his water.
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Whatever. Have your little boys’ club. I’m surprised you all don’t have a little treehouse like we had when we were kids. Oh wait! You do, but you call it a clubhouse now.”
Angel’s jaw ticked and I could’ve kicked myself for bringing that up. The treehouse had belonged to Korrie, but we had all played in there for years. Korrie had ended up being my brother’s high school sweetheart until she up and disappeared with her mother. He hadn’t heard from her again. It hadn’t been pretty for a while.
My hand gripped his under the table in apology and support.
Our food arrived, and we ate in relative silence while I sneaked peeks at Nico periodically. Maybe more than that, but it was hard not to—the man was beautiful in a dark, forbidden kind of way. A way that told me I needed to be scarce at the clubhouse if I wanted to keep the two of us out of trouble.
Because nearly every time I snuck a glance at him, he was doing the same to me.
That was the last time I saw Nico for a long freaking time.