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“Thank God he seems nothing like you,” she said. “I might actually be able to tolerate him.”
Cassie tilted her head and smiled tightly before taking a bite of her sandwich, and I fought off the urge to laugh. I noticed Melissa and Jack sharing an amused glance, and I didn’t like the idea of them having some sort of inside joke.
“You need me to work some of that aggression out of you?” Jack offered with his typical smile that usually worked on all the ladies. Must be the stupid dimples.
“I’d rather eat dirt,” Cassie mumbled, her mouth filled with food.
This time I did laugh. The girl was funny as hell.
Jack chuckled. “I almost want to see that.”
“You would. Go torture someone else,” she said before looking away.
Not a bit fazed, he grinned and moved to sit in the empty seat next to her. “But I like torturing you.”
“Uh, no!” she shouted before throwing her bag right where he was about to plop down.
Jack stopped short and stood back up. “Why so angry, Kitten?”
“Why so annoying, jackass?” she said, mimicking his tone, and I shot Melissa an amused smile.
Jack bent over to bring his face close to hers. “You’ll come around; you’ll see. You can’t resist me forever.”
Cassie inhaled before she choked a little, and swallowed hard as Jack walked away, smiling.
“Sorry about my brother.” I forced a smile as I defended Jack. I liked Cassie, and could tell he liked her too. “He isn’t really a jerk.”
“He just plays one on TV?” Cassie said before coughing into a napkin.
“Something like that. Don’t take him too seriously. He’s just having fun with you.”
She half smiled. “I’m not having fun.”
“But you are. And he knows it,” I added, knowing damn well that a girl like Cassie enjoyed the verbal jousting match she seemed to have with Jack every time they spoke.
Jack walked back over to our table and shoved a napkin into Cassie’s hand without saying a word. I watched him walk back to his table, wondering what the hell he’d just given her when she crumpled it up and tossed it into her bag.
“What was that?” Melissa asked.
Cassie swallowed hard. “His phone number, I think. I didn’t really look at it.”
“H-he gave you his number?”
Shock rolled through me. My brother didn’t give his phone number to any girl. Ever.
“I think. Maybe I’m wrong. I’ll look at it later.” Cassie’s cheeks turned pink, and I frowned.
Melissa turned to me, her brows drawn together. “What’s with the face?”
“He doesn’t give out his phone number. There’s no point with him.” I moved my gaze from Cassie to Jack’s table as I tried to read his mi
nd.
“He has a cell phone, right?” Melissa asked.
“Yeah?” I squinted at her, not seeing her point.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying, caller ID.”
