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“That’s what you get!” Her fist pumps in the air before pointing at me in triumph.
“What are you talking about?” I pop off the lid of my drink. Inside, there’s just steaming water with a strong smell of salt. “Did you do this?”
“You’re damn right I did, Lucifer.” Hannah wears a wild grin. “Told you I’d make you pay.”
It takes me a second to remember what she’s referring to. Then, her promise from a few weeks ago whispers in my mind.
“Give up the seat, or face the consequences. This is your last chance.”
“You dirty little sneak.” I try—and fail—not to respond with my own smile. “And you callmethe devil.”
“You practically begged for it.” She wiggles in her seat, having a mini victory dance.
However, if I thought Shorty was completely ruthless, that notion disappears when the flirty barista appears beside our table.
“Sorry, man. She said it was an inside joke. And it’s hard to say no to Hannah.”
The guy sets a cup in front of me but keeps his interested focus on my companion. There is small comfort in the fact that she only gives him a quick nod before attaching her eyes back to me.
“Thanks, Carl. I owe you one.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” He squeezes her shoulder before making his way back to the register, throwing more than one glance behind him at the oblivious woman across from me.
“That’s your actual order. I promise,” she says.
I deliberately raise one eyebrow. “Oh, and I’m supposed to just trust you now?”
The giddiness in Hannah’s smile dims slightly, and she grabs on to one of my hands. “You’re not mad, are you?”
The shift in her expression cuts at me, and I flip my hand in hers, so I can lace our fingers together.
“Mad that you used your evil genius mind to get revenge? Never.” Without checking the contents, I brace myself and take a hearty swallow of my replacement drink. Nothing but coffee washes over my tongue, and I let go of the tension in my shoulders.
Hannah hums in the back of her throat as she sips her own drink, smiling all the while.
No wonder Carl was willing to help with her mischief. How could any guy resist the intoxicating curve of her lips?
I try not to tighten my fingers possessively. “So, that barista seemed like he had no problem acting as the accomplice.”
Hannah grins. “I wasn’t sure he would, but I’ve let him borrow my Chem notes a couple of times, so I thought I might be able to work the guilt angle. Turns out, he didn’t need much convincing.” She shrugs and then sets a curious gaze on me. “Maybe you have more enemies than just me on this campus.”
A grunt of disapproval sneaks out before I can stop it. “After last night, I wouldn’t call us enemies. Besides, I don’t think I’m the reason he helped you out.”
Like a curious puppy, Hannah quirks her head to the side. The gesture makes me want to pull her out of her chair and onto my lap, where I can easily kiss her puckered lips.
Instead, I explain the obvious to her, “He’s got it bad for you.”
A crease forms between her eyebrows before she shakes her head. “That’s ridiculous. He was just being friendly.”
“Trust me, Shorty. This whole time, he’s been looking over here at you.”
Hannah wrinkles her nose, letting out a disbelieving snort. But when she turns in her seat, it’s to find Carl staring our way again. She returns his half-wave before settling back to face me.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
I shake my head, slowly smirking at her, which only earns me a scowl.
“He doesnothave it bad for me. I’d be lucky if he even liked me as a friend.”
