“I know.” Rolling my eyes at yet another overprotective person in my life.
“Drew?”Kyle says from across the table as I stare off at nothing in particular.
“Huh?” realizing that the server is waiting for my order.
Nodding my head and ordering before I sigh and smile at him.
“I’m really glad you took me up on my offer.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I laugh, meeting his eyes and tilted head as if I should know better. “Come on, my brother appears more worried about me than he actually is.”
“Good to know,” Kyle laughs.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, just that I won’t have to worry about him finding out about us until we’re ready.”
Just continuing to look at him, his comment not relieving the unease.
“I mean, you don’t want to put too much pressure on something new, right?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, sipping from my glass.
My mind wandering off once again as I can’t help but think about the eyes staring at me from the cop car as I crossed the street earlier. For a moment, I considered it to be fate telling me not to go on the date, but for some reason I continued on even through Eli’s hurt expression.
“So, what are you studying?” Kyle surprises me when he asks.
“I’m finishing law school.”
He laughs across the table, shaking his head. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Furrowing my brows as I look back. “What are you?”
“What?”
“What are you studying?”
“I’m not.” He takes a bite of the bread.
“But I’ve seen you on campus…”
“Yeah,” he nods again.
Looking around, I take note of the decent restaurant we’re at, and it all clicks. Why he’s not afraid of my brother, why he would speak to me, why I’ve seen him on campus.
“Ah,” I laugh. “I see you’re a dealer.”
He doesn’t answer me; he doesn’t have to. The smile alone says it all.
The date was fine. He walked me to my car. We shared a quick goodnight kiss, nothing magical, no sparks, and then I left.
“Drew!” Kyle moves over to me as I walk across the quad. “I had a great time the other night.”
“Me too.” It’s a bit of a stretch. It was mediocre at best.
“Do it again tomorrow night?”
I can feel Low glaring at me to get me to decline.
