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We’re not in high school anymore.
This isn’t some dumb date with a cute boy.
I hesitate, and he sees it. He doesn’t try to convince me of anything.
He just waits, watching, a hint of concern showing in his pretty eyes.
“A bet’s a bet,” I tell him, deciding I need to know more.
He smiles. “That’s true.”
He steps back and invites me in with a gesture.
I follow him into the house, telling myself it’s safe.
I’m on suppressants. He won’t figure out what I am.
If today gets tricky, I’ll call Scarlett and tell her the switch is off.
Chapter fifteen
Bishop
Scarlett’s here, and something’s changed in her, I can feel it. The second I look into those bright blue eyes I can tell she’s feeling something other than indifference. Maybe it even surprised her. She did hesitate for a moment after I saw that spark of … something … in her eyes.
It probably isn’t going to be easy, but I know by the end of the week, we’ll have our mate.
“All the cleaning supplies are in the kitchen, under the sink,” I tell her as I lead her into the kitchen.
“This place really doesn’t look like it needs cleaned,” she admits.
I should have left things to get a little messy. I knew it.
Too bad that would have driven me up the wall.
“Then it’ll be an easy week for you,” I tell her, flashing her a smile.
“I’m not going to complain about that.”
We step into the kitchen and Rueben gets up from the table, leaving behind a bowl of milk that’s been turned into chocolate milk by his sugar-packed favorite weekend cereal.
“You’re here,” Rueben says, sounding awestruck.
He’s still in the boxers and T-shirt that he slept in, and his red hair is sticking up like one of those anime cartoon characters in the TV shows he sometimes watches with Scout.
Scarlett presses her lips together as he approaches.
He stops right in front of her. “Hey, do you want to meet my kitten?”
“Is that code for something?” Scarlett asks, narrowing her eyes slightly.
“No. He’s literally looking after a kitten. The owner’s in hospital. Rueben pulled them out of a fire yesterday afternoon.”
Literally every time we’ve tried to talk to her, about anything, she zones out, but right at this second, she looks seriously impressed. I start to wonder if she bumped her head or something.
“Oh, wow,” she murmurs. “Sure …”
“You can bring him out here. You’re not luring Scarlett to your bedroom. She’s our guest, Rueben.”
