“You into cars?” he asked.
“Not really, but my dad is. He’s a mechanic,” I explained.
“No shit. Huh,” he said like something suddenly made sense. It was lost on me. “Grayson is the car buff in our group. He has a garage full of some of the most badass cars, races them when he gets the chance.”
“He races?” I didn’t know why this surprised me, but it did. Grayson seemed far too serious to participate in something as reckless as racing.
“Yeah. And he is damn good at it. You should come to a race sometime.” His offer seemed genuine, and it made me wonder how long they planned to keep me around.
I wasn’t foolish enough to believe we were becoming friends. Not with these guys. I had to be tested or some shit before I’d even get a foot inside their circle of trust. “Maybe.”
His house was empty when we walked in and stupidly huge. His parents were both high-profile professionals, and it showed in the sophisticated décor. His house wasn’t far from Grayson’s, a few blocks at most. We hung out in his media room, which was by far my favorite space in his house. Also, other than the bathroom and hallway, it was really the only room I’d seen, but I didn’t see how it could get better than this.
After he fussed over my foot and made sure I was comfortable, Fynn offered me a drink. How could I refuse? “I’m never leaving this spot,” I informed, taking the glass of… I wasn’t sure what it was, maybe rum and orange juice with a splash of something else, but it was strong enough to make me feel super relaxed.
He laughed, sinking onto the other couch. “Enjoy the quiet while you can, because when my little sister gets home, it is nonstop chaos.”
“You have a younger sister?” I didn’t know why the idea astonished me, but for some reason, I’d assumed he was an only child like Brock. Now that I thought about it, I didn’t know much about the Elite’s family life, other than what their parents did.
A goofy smile came over his face as he nodded and made me believe he had a soft spot for his sister. “Avery. She’s six and is going to freak out when she sees you.”
I took a long sip of my drink and set it on the side table. “Why is that?”
Soberness descended on his features. “Because I don’t bring home girls. Ever.”
“Oh. Is that one of Brock’s rules?” I asked, twisting the ends of my pink hair.
“No, I just haven’t met someone worthy of meeting my family.”
He valued his family, and I found that surprising and admirable. “Thanks for breaking your rule for me. Not that I had a choice,” I added.
“No, you didn’t,” Fynn agreed, grinning. “Brock always gets what he wants.”
“Are you implying he wants me?” That came out a bit more provocative than I meant it to, and my cheeks burned at the smirk on Fynn’s lips.
He reached for the TV remote, clicking the on button. “Or something from you.”
I couldn’t imagine anything Brock would want from me. My brows furrowed. “What does he want?”
His eyes that had been almost been trusting shifted into green chips of stone. “Can’t say. It’s not my place.”
“Oh, no. I’m not letting you back out now.” I was almost out of my seat, but the spear of pain at my ankle stopped me and I slumped back down.
“Sorry, JJ, my lips are sealed.” Those lips turned into a lopsided grin that would have been almost adorable if it wasn’t for his stubbornness.
“Fynn,” I groaned.
He began scrolling through the movie options on the TV, ignoring my protest. “Tell me you like scary movies.”
My fucking life was a scary movie. I didn’t need to watch one to know everyone but the main character died. “You suck, you know that? And to think I thought you were the nice one.”
“That’s your first mistake. None of us are nice.”
“And why is that? Are you telling me you were born assholes?”
His eyes locked on mine, and I swore regret shone in them. “I’m not sure we have enough time.”
If any of the Elite would crack, it seemed as if it would be Fynn. He was the only one who had a semi-conscience.