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Logan doesn’t say anything one way or another, nor does his face move an inch. That’s Logan for you—unmoved by much. Unless it involves a feat associated with death.
“There she is. ” Chris’s eyes brighten as he stares at the entrance. “That’s the girl I’m calling as yours. ”
I suck in a deep breath. Chris sounds too happy for this girl to be good news. “Where?”
“Just came in, waiting at the counter. ”
I risk a look. Black hair. Torn clothes. Total skater. Damn, those chicks are hard-core. I slap my hand against the table and our trays shift.
Why? Why did Skater Girl have to wander into Taco Bell tonight?
Chris’s rough chuckles do nothing to help my growing agitation. “Admit defeat and you won’t have to suffer. ”
“No way. ” I stand, refusing to go down without a fight.
All girls are the same. It’s what I tell myself as I stroll to the counter. She might look different from the girls at home, but all girls want the same thing—a guy who shows interest. A guy’s problem is having the balls to do it. Good thing for me I’ve got balls. “Hi. I’m Ryan. ”
Her long black hair hides her face, but her slim body with a hint of curves catches my attention. Unlike the girls at home, she isn’t wearing marked-down designer labels. Nope.
She has her own style. Her black tank top shows more skin than it covers and her skintight jeans hug all the right places. My eyes linger on a single rip in them, directly below her ass.
She leans over the counter and the rip widens. Skater Girl turns her head toward me and the drive-thru. “Is someone going to take my fucking order?”
Chris’s laughter from our corner table jerks me back to reality. I pull off my baseball cap, mess my hand through my hair, and shove the hat back in place. Why her? Why tonight? But there’s a dare and I’m going to win. “Counter’s a little slow tonight. ”
She glares at me like I’m a little slow. “Are you speaking to me?”
Her hard stare dares me to glance away, and a lesser guy would. I’m not lesser. Keep staring, Skater Girl. You don’t scare me. I’m drawn to her eyes though. They’re blue. Dark blue. I never would have thought someone with such black hair could have those brilliant eyes.
“I asked you a question. ” She rests a hip against the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. “Or are you as stupid as you look?”
Yep, pure punk: attitude, nose ring, and a sneer that can kill on sight. She’s not my type, but she doesn’t have to be. I just need her number. “You’d probably get better service if you watched your language. ”
A hint of amusement touches her lips and dances in her eyes. Not the kind of amusement you laugh with. It’s the taunting kind. “Does my language bother you?”
Yes. “No. ” Girls don’t use fuck. Or they shouldn’t. I don’t care for the word, but I know when I’m being tested and this is a test.
“So my language doesn’t bother you, but you say—” she raises her voice and leans over the counter again “—I could get some fucking service if I watched my language. ”
Wouldn’t hurt. Time to switch tactics. “What do you want?”
Her head snaps up as if she had forgotten I was there. “What?”
“To eat. What do you want to eat?”
“Fish. What do you think I want? I’m at a taco joint. ”
Chris laughs again and this time Logan joins in. If I don’t salvage this, I’ll be listening to the
ir ridicule the entire way home. This time I lean over the counter and wave at the girl working the drive-thru. I give her a smile. She smiles back. Take lessons, Skater Girl. This is how it’s supposed to work. “Can I have a minute?”
Drive-Thru Chick’s face brightens and she holds up a finger as she continues with the order from outside. “Be right there. Promise. ”
I turn back to Skater Girl, but instead of the warm thank-you I should be receiving she shakes her head, clearly annoyed. “Jocks. ”
My smile falters. Hers grows.
“How do you know I’m a jock?”
