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“A last resort.”
A smile taunts the corner of his mouth, and I laugh quietly.
I like that. A last resort is scary. It’s the path no one wants to take, but it is a path you can count on when everything else has failed you.
Hunter always gave weird answers to that question too.
“I can see why you and Hunter get along,” I muse but then add. “You can’t hurt Kade, though, okay?”
This rivalry is fun, but it almost always turns bad. And if the legend is true, at least one person has died because of it. I eye the tattoo on Farrow’s neck, and he wouldn’t have gotten that without earning it.
“I won’t kill him,” he retorts, his tone nonchalant. “I might make him cry a little, but…I wouldneverhurt him.”
I’m glad to hear it, but he worded that strangely.
He sighs and rises to his feet. “Quinn is fucking hot.” He looks over his shoulder, toward the rink. “You think she’ll sit on me?”
I burst out in a laugh.Idiot.
Jumping off the counter, I roll away, wobbly and throwing out my arms to keep my balance.
Grabbing onto the wall next to the entrance to the rink, I lean in, hanging on.
“Come on!” Quinn calls with Aro at her side.
I yell after them. “I actually haven’t skated since I was ten!”
“You’re good on wheels.” Quinn assures me.
They both circle around, coming back to me against the traffic. Taking my hand, Quinn pulls me, and I clutch both of their arms as I skate onto the rink.
I push off with my toe stopper, finding my balance, and soon let go before we’ve even circled once.
“Who paid for all this?” Aro asks.
“I think Hawke did.”
She looks at me, her eyes wide. “Uh-oh.”
I know. He’s going to be pissed, and I’ll deserve it. Luckily, I can pay him back, but of course, I’ll get the “it’s the principle of the matter” talk.
It’ll be worth it, though. I’m already having fun.
“Farrow is looking at her,” Aro tells me.
I glance at Farrow, seeing him hang back at the counter, watching us. Watching Quinn.
And then I spot someone else leaning on the other side of the rink wall with his back to us, drinking a beer. His eyes are turned on Quinn too.
“Noah Van der Berg is also watching her,” I say.
I throw Noah a wave, wondering how he ended up here. He tips his chin at me and then turns back around. I follow his gaze, suddenly seeing one long dare stretching like a rope between his eyes and Farrow’s.
“That’s a lot of blond in one bed,” Aro teases.
And I throw my head back, laughing. Farrow, Quinn, and Noah…yeah, a lot of blond.
“Who are you guys talking about?” Quinn gripes.
