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The only reason I knew that was that I had a few of those same shirts myself for when I used to go have dinner with my ex-wife’s family.
The governor would have had a conniption if I’d shown up in anything less than perfectly-tailored, pressed dress shirts.
“What else do you need from me?” I asked, trying my hardest not to think about my ex.
Because when I thought about my ex, I thought about my…
“Do you want to grab a bite to eat?” he asked. “I can go over what I have. It’s nice to have someone to pick your brain with. Plus, I don’t know any of the places here.”
I nodded once at his suggestion, thankful that he’d gotten my mind off of that particular one-way track to hell.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “We can go to the donut shop on Main Street. There’re not only donuts there, though. There’s a lot of food selections, even healthy ones.”
Easton nodded. “Sounds perfect. Let’s go.”
So we did.
And it also didn’t slip my mind that I heard Jubilee mention the place to Turner yesterday at lunch.
It also didn’t slip my mind that I was likely doing myself an injustice.
I didn’t do well with rich bitches.
In fact, I had half a heart to prove it.Chapter 4I’d be a terrible superhero. I’d see the signal in the sky and think, “I literally just sat down.”
-Text from Turner to Jubilee
Turner
“Who’s the hottie in the suit next to Castiel?”
My head snapped up to stare at said ‘hottie,’ but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Castiel long enough to see the ‘hottie.’
“Where?” I asked, almost on auto-pilot.
“Over there,” Jubilee gestured with her chin in Castiel’s direction. “Right next to him.”
I finally tore my eyes away from Castiel for them to land on the man, and she was right. He was hot.
Tall, dark and handsome with an air of refined menace about him? He was definitely hot as hell.
But my eyes drifted back to the man that’d been dominating my dreams lately.
The man that pissed me off to no end and I still couldn’t stop myself from staring at and dreaming about.
“Holy shit, they’re coming this way,” Jubilee whispered. “Castiel’s looking at you like he doesn’t like you again.”
I snorted.
“He came over and apologized for insinuating that I was fat,” I explained. “Then he left pissed off all over again at something only he knows about. I didn’t even say a word to him.”
“Hmm,” Jubilee sniffed. “I don’t know much about that man. I mean, he’s good friends with Zee, but he doesn’t share all that much. I mean, I know a lot about the other members, but Castiel? It’s like he’s a closed book.”
I shrugged. “Well, he can be a closed book all he wants as long as he stays on his shelf, and I stay on mine.”
Because there wasn’t any way in hell I was going to let him see inside my book, so to speak.
But instead of stopping at our table to even offer a hello, he only nodded at Jubilee and kept going.
Which was just fine…wasn’t it?
I wasn’t offended that he didn’t stop to make eye contact with me…right?
“I’m getting a refill,” I said. “Do you want any?”
She looked at my glass that just so happened to be full.
“What, you’re going to put a small little dollop in it?” she teased.
I grimaced. “I need more ice, thank you very much.”
And I did.
Kind of.
When I got up to the drink fountain, I poured out half of my unsweet tea and filled it all the way back up with ice. Once I had that accomplished, I added a splash more tea and then put a lid on it for good measure.
It was when I was carefully peeling back a straw that Castiel’s smooth, deep voice said with amusement, “Are you going to dilly dally all day, darlin’?”
My hand tightened on the drink I was carrying, and the lid popped off while half of my newly-refilled tea spilled out onto the metal counter.
I gritted my teeth and then unclenched my hand, automatically reaching for the paper napkins that were in a dispenser just past where the straws were residing.
All the while I took my time, not rushing because I didn’t want the man behind me to know that he affected me in any way.
I felt him move behind me, and then another empty cup was held out in front of my face.
I reached up and took it, thankful that I hadn’t had to turn around and go get one.
“Thank you,” I muttered.
He snorted. “I guess it was kind of my fault that you broke yours.”
Then he was squeezing in between the wall and me, reaching halfway across my body to get to the ice machine.
I took a step back, causing him to lift his brows up at me with laughter. “I’m not contagious.”
