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Screw it. Nothing’s going on here. Nothing ever will. Let the waitress ogle him.
What do I care?
“I’ll take pancakes with chocolate chips,” I say, “and a milkshake.”
“What’s wrong?” Kai asks once the waitress is gone.
I look out the window at the dusty landscape of Vegas, at the Strip just about visible in the hazy, shimmering sun. “Nothing.”
He opens his mouth, then thinks better of it, closes his mouth and shrugs. “Okay then.”
“I won’t be mad,” I tell him.
This is going to be seriously immature, but hey, I’m less than half his age. If I can’t act a little immature occasionally, what’s the point? It’s not like he’s above that sort of thing, hence his payback prank at the gas station.
“Mad?”
“If you want to, you know, try your luck.”
I nod over to the waitress.
Kai glances at her standing at the counter. She leans against it, kicking one leg up, drawing the gazes of the truckers. Even the father of the family in the corner looks over before his wife scowls at him.
Kai looks at me. “I’m not interested.”
I lower my voice. “She’sclearly interested. Seriously, I won’t mind.”
He picks up the menu and places it down. It’s more like he slams it down, honestly. “Why do you want me to hit on her so badly?”
There’s no way I can answer this honestly. Maybe I should reach into my bag, take out the notebook, and shove theKai & Kayin his face so he can understand.
“No reason.”
“Hmm.”
“What’shmmabout that?”
He smirks, then laughs as he shakes his head. “Are you always so damn suspicious? A man can sayhmmwithout going through an inquisition.”
“Maybe we should just sit here quietly.”
He shrugs and looks out the window. I fold my arms and stare out the window, too, feeling like I’ve played this completely wrong. It doesn’t matter anyway. I have to remind myself—over and over, it seems—that this is a favor for him. He’s performing his duty to my big bro as his right-hand man, nothing more.
“Here you go, honey,” the waitress says, putting Kai’s plate down. “And yourpancakes.”
She raises her eyebrow at me, puts my plate down, and smiles. Then she turns and walks away, swaying her hips as if waiting for Kai to watch her, but he just falls upon his food like a starving man. He doesn’t have poor manners, though. It’s more like he’s a machine, methodically consuming the meat, drinking a glass of water, and doing it again.
We don’t talk as we eat. When we finish, he puts some bills down, just enough to cover the cost of the food and drinks.
“Why can I feel you looking at me, Kay?” he says as we walk out of the diner.
“You just, uh, didn’t leave a tip.”
“No,” he grunts, “I didn’t.”
He strides across the lot toward his Harley, gleaming in the sun.
“Why?”
