I wind a strand of hair around my finger. “Oh, the usual. Set wildfires, rob banks…”
“No way, I thought I was the only one!” he jokes.
I crack a smile, giggling softly. “Sadly, I don’t really have any other hobbies. Unless you count binge-watching reality competition shows.”
He arches a brow in interest. “Are you watching the new season of Survivor?”
“Of course,” I scoff. “Survivor is the pinnacle of reality competition TV.”
“Which tribe are you rooting for?”
“You first,” I challenge, lifting my chin.
Suddenly we’re lost in conversation, and it isn’t stilted or awkward. It’s surprisingly easy to talk to Iver, like we’ve known each other for five years rather than five minutes. He tells me that he was born and raised in Westfield. He has three siblings– one older and two younger– and his parents are fated mates. He likes spicy food, hates tequila, and has a paralyzing fear of heights. All in all, things are going shockingly well– to the point where I lose track of time until we’re rudely interrupted by a knock at the door.
I snap my head in that direction as it swings open, Lo breezing inside with Javi right behind her.
“Hey, lovebirds,” she teases, grinning from ear to ear as her gaze slides between Iver and me. “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” I say, sitting up a little straighter.
“Justfine?” Iver asks, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.
I roll my eyes, waving him off with a soft chuckle as I turn my attention back to Lo. “What’s up?”
“Just so you know, Andie already came up with a couple name for you two,” she informs us. “Cheyver.”
I cringe.
“Of course she did,” Iver mutters, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Sorry, Chey, but my friends are a little bit insane.”
“A little?” I snort.
“I thinkCheyverhas a nice ring to it,” Javi cuts in, grinning smugly.
I shoot him a glare, which of course only makes his grin widen.Smug bastard.“Do you need something, or are you just here for another round oftold ya so?” I grumble.
“Actually, I’m here for Iver,” he replies, shifting his gaze to the man beside me. “We have that council meeting at four, remember? I was gonna see if I could catch a ride with you.”
“Shit,” Iver hisses, stabbing his fingers through his hair. “Totally forgot about that.”
“Well, youhavebeen a little preoccupied,” Lo teases, sticking out her tongue at him.
He makes a face back at her as he pushes up to his feet, swiveling to face me. “Sorry to have to cut this short,” he murmurs apologetically.
Damn, I didn’t expect to feel so disappointed when he had to leave.
“Hey, duty calls,” I shrug.
“I wanna see you again, though,” he quickly tacks on. “Soon.”
My lips curve in a smile. “You’ve got my number.”
“Well hey, we were gonna go out for dinner tomorrow night,” Javi says smoothly, hopping right into our conversation. “We could make it a double date.”
“Oh my gosh, yes!” Lo agrees enthusiastically.
I turn to look at them, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. There’s no way that this is just a random idea that popped into their heads– they definitely came here with an agenda, trying to play cupid.
