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“My club is throwing a party tomorrow night,” Viking explains. “If you’re free, you should come.”
“Oh, I’m free.” Jeff turns to me and grins wildly. “We could carpool if you want.”
No! Absolutely not.
I stifle a groan. “I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, so I’ll pass on the carpooling. I might have to go straight there after running errands.”
Viking eyes me suspiciously as if he can tell I’m lying. Thankfully, he doesn’t acknowledge it as he reaches over the counter for a piece of paper and pen. He scribbles something quickly and hands it to Jeff.
“That’s the address. Party starts at eight,” he says.
“Thanks, man.” He turns to me. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Can’t wait,” I mumble.
Jeff walks away, and I try to think of a way to get out of this party without hurting Viking’s feelings. I want to go, desperately, but I have no desire to spend more time around Jeff than I have to.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re upset?” Viking comments.
“Upset?”
“That I invited him.”
“Not upset.”Liar, liar, pants on fire.“Surprised, actually. When you first saw him, you looked like you wanted to run as far and as fast as you could.”
“I just didn’t get good vibes from him.” Viking’s jaw tics, and his good mood fades.
“Then why invite him?”
Men can be so stupid sometimes. Stupid and confusing.
“What’s that saying? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?” He shakes his head and changes the subject. “So, will you still come?”
As much as it irks me that Jeff will be there, I can’t ignore the pull to spend more time with Viking. Besides, maybe he’s just as passionate about Valhalla as I am. If nothing else, there should at least be some good conversation.
Yeah, because conversation is what you want from him.
So, will you still come?
His question dances in my brain, teasing, tempting.
Oh yeah. I’d love to come.
“Sure. Why not?”
13
Odin
“Do you think he knows?”
I glance at Kára and take in her worried expression. “No, he doesn’t know,” I
assure her.
It’s hard to tell if her concern is based on her position as a Valkyrie or because she cares deeply for Viking. While I can often decipher what my subjects are thinking, I try not to abuse that power with the Valkyries because it tends to backfire with their own mind-reading abilities.
“Maybe I should go check in on him,” Kára comments, her eyes focused on the monitor that shows what’s going on in the clubhouse Ms. Steinbeck had set up for the guys.
