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“Go.Sal de aquí.” She shoos us with her hand the way you would a fly. “Out of my kitchen.”
“Okay, okay,” we both say in unison, holding up our hands in surrender.
“You got us in trouble,cabrón,” Zane whispers, grabbing some plates from the cabinets. I open one on the other side and pull down some cups before following him to the dining room. The table in here is the only one big enough to sit all of us.
“Everything was going fine until you came in. Next time I’ll be sure to sign the word salsa if saying it out loud somehow has the power to signal you the way the bat symbol signals Batman.”
He laughs. “We do kind of resemble each other, don’t we?” He flexes his arm before continuing to spread the plates around the table.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself now. So what happened? I thought you and Lisa were going to see a movie.”
“Yeah, but then her brother showed up from out of town and she didn’t want to leave him alone.”
Sitting the cups on the table, I lift a brow. “He couldn’t tag along?”
Not able to meet my eyes, he shakes his head. “It was too awkward last time we all went to a party together. Didn’t really want a repeat, so we are going next week instead.”
“Wait, have you met him before? Is this that party you went to where you had your phone off most of the time and no one could find you?”
Shifting his eyes from side to side, he swallows hard. “Yeah, only once. It might have been that party. I don’t remember.” The tone of his voice shifts to a higher octave, which only happens when he’s lying. He’s not telling me something.
Before I can call him on his bullshit, the front door opens and closes. Benjamin walks in, staring between us. “Hey, guys. You both staying for dinner tonight?”
“Yup,” I answer before Zane can. “Ma asked us to set the table.”
“Causing trouble in the kitchen again, huh?” Benjamin grins, heading to where my mom is.
“Us? No way.” Zane rests a hand on the chair, sounding more like himself again. What the hell was that all about a minute ago? Ignoring the sudden change in Zane’s tone, I go back to doing what I was told to.
Once the table is set, we help my mom with whatever else she needs before we all gather around the food. Theo doesn’t show up until my mom is coming out with the last dish in her hands. Sitting across from me, Theo hangs his jacket over his chair, and he’s wearing a form fitting blue silk button-down. The fabric is so sheer, I can make out the shape of the barbell in his nipple. Fuck me. How the hell am I supposed to continue having dinner with my family while having a hard on?
I swear it’s almost as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me wearing his shiny lip gloss, with those long, fluttering lashes, and looking fucking edible in his tight clothing.
We all say grace upon my mom’s request. It was tradition for her while growing up and had become one for us too. I regret choosing this chair after not being able to be close enough to hold Theo’s hand. I’m normally better at making sure we sit next to one another but Zane being here caught me off guard.
“You’re hogging the salsa,” Theo says, yanking it from my hand.
“There’s a nicer way to ask for it,” I say, clicking my tongue at him. He sits up straighter in his chair and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.
“He thinks because he made the salsa, he’s suddenly some salsa God,” Zane says, between chewing his food.
“No talking while you have food in your mouth,” I say.
Zane cocks his head. “Why? Is it because you’re worried I’ll choke?”
“No. It’s because it’s disgusting.”
Benjamin laughs, dabbing his mouth with his napkin. “Easy, boys. We’re trying to have a relaxing meal here.”
“It’s a little hard to do when someone sounds like a cow when he eats.” I mimic the way Zane chews his food and everyone erupts into laughter. Theo snatches a tortilla from my plate when he thinks I’m not paying attention. Always taking what isn’t his. I should make him work harder for it. “I was going to eat that, you know.”
“Eat what?” Theo plays dumb, batting his lashes. Is he flirting with me? If he is, he probably isn’t meaning to.
“The tortilla you just stole, you little weasel.” My eyes narrow in his direction and he laughs.
“I think you’re seeing things. Why would I take your food when I have my own?”
“Because mine is always better.” I purse my lips and bring my cup to my mouth.
