Going to play with freaking Amber and her minions?
Apparently my thoughts were written all over my face. He gave me a sad smile that made me feel even worse.
A soft touch at the small of my back had me straightening up my shoulders. “Franz is spending the night. Have dinner with us,” Kulti said, stopping at my side.
Bile pinched my throat, and I had to keep my gaze away from his. “I need to go home. Thank you, though.”
He ignored me. “I’ll ride with you. Franz, take my car.”
“Rey, I want to go home,” I told him firmly.
“I want you to come over,” he replied, already turning around. “Where are your things?” Kulti didn’t even wait for me to say anything else before he started walking in the direction of my bag. Damn it.
“Rey,” I called out, following after him.
He glanced over his shoulder but didn’t stop walking. “You don’t have anything else to do. Stop being difficult.”
“Umm, I do have things to do. I have to go for my run later, or I might do some yoga.” Or cry, or scream… the usual.
The German waved me off.
I was going to kill him.”Reyyyyy!”
Nothing.
Son of a bitch.
“He’s difficult, isn’t he?”
“That’s the understatement of a lifetime,” I told Franz. “What a pain in the ass. I really don’t know how someone hasn’t killed him in cold blood yet.”
The other man barked out a laugh.
From across the field, I spotted the Kultiin the process of throwing my bag over his shoulder. “There’s no point in even trying to argue with him, is there?” I asked Franz.
“Nein.”
“He’s such a pain in the ass.”
Franz snickered. “He is.”
I sighed. I could leave after a little while. Hopefully.
I met Kulti at my car where he had apparently already gone through my bag to get my keys. He tossed them over the roof and we got in, waving at Franz as he slipped into the Audi parked next to mine. As soon as we were inside, I shot him a look. “You could have let Franz ride with me instead of making him ride alone.”
He gave me that annoyingly even look. “He will survive by himself.”
I glared at him for a beat before shaking my head. “You’re being rude.”
“I don’t care.”
Not a surprise. I turned on the ignition and pulled out of the lot before I finally thought about it. “Why didn’t you invite Mike?”
“I don’t like him.”
Seriously, I would never understand men. “Then why did you invite him today?”
“He owed me a favor,” was his simple response. Then he added, “And his plane ticket was reasonable.”