sliding sunglasses on to cover his face. Maybe we should have ordered through the drive-through and eaten in the car, but he’d say something if he had too much trouble being in public. I figured. We’d gone grocery shopping. Gone to a quinceañera together. Plus, it was his idea, saying it would taste better warm. We weren’t in a rush.
He eyed my car for a second and then looked at me.
I was parked pretty crooked. Fine. I could admit it. “Leave me alone,” I muttered.
Zac smiled tightly but he nodded.
No one paid us any attention inside as we each ordered a meal and we both pulled out cash at the same time.
“Let’s split it,” I tried to offer.
“I got it,” he said at the same time.
We stared at each other.
“How many times have you made me dinner now?” he asked, arching one of those annoying blond eyebrows. “I gotta start buying you groceries.”
We stared at each other some more.
The cashier cleared his throat, and we both must have realized we were being annoying holding up the line.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to him, still looking at Zac. “Might as well get me some of those cinnamon things while we’re at it if you’re paying.”
“The cinnamon things too, please. Thank you.”
The employee rolled his eyes and took his cash, huffing something under his breath, probably calling us assholes. Yikes. Zac and I made a face at each other after he took his change, and we moved off to the side. “You got any plans tomorrow, kiddo?”
“Work in the morning but nothing in the evening. You?” I wanted to know how practice had gone—and if his mood had anything to do with it—but I didn’t want to ask.
Honestly, I just wanted him to tell me on his own, but I knew better than to hope. Expectations and all that. We’re just friends, I’d reminded myself no less than once a day since I’d woken up in his hotel bed holding his hand.
Through his sunglasses, I could see his eyeballs focused on me as he lowered his voice and said, “Nothin’ much. One of my teammates asked if I could drop by this haunted house he invested in that’s openin’ tomorrow. Wanna go?”
“Go with you?”
He made a little bit of a face. “With who else?”
I made a face back at him.
He squeezed my shoulder. “So yeah?”
He really wanted me to go with him? “You don’t want to ask one of your other friends?”
That had him tipping his head to the side. “Other friends?”
“Yeah, your other friends here.”
Those eyebrows of his just knit together, and even that bottom lip of his got fuller with the movement. “You’re my only friend here, honey,” he explained, his voice careful. “If you don’t wanna go, that’s all right.”
Shit balls. At the second part. Not at the first. The first was obviously… well, I guess I understood it. I knew a lot of people, but I was also aware they weren’t all my friends. There was a difference. “I’d go with you to an opera if you really wanted me to, I just thought….”
He raised his eyebrows.
Okay, there wasn’t any getting out of this. “I know you don’t have a lot of time, and I know we hang out when you do have a chance. I didn’t want you to….”
“Feel obligated?” he asked slowly.
“Yeah, maybe.” I pressed my lips together. “Don’t make that face at me. You had all those people over at your house that day I first went over and—”
“Those are my friends, but they aren’t my friends, darlin’. Not like you.” He stared down at me with those baby blues. “And I’d rather hang out with you. If you’re gettin’ tired of me….”
I made another face at him. “Oh, get a life, loser. You know I’m not.”
He coughed. “Loser? Me? I’m writin’ this down and tellin’ Mama about it.”
I snorted. “What are you going to tell her? Mama, Bianca was bein’ mean to me.”
His upper body jerked, and I heard him choke, “Is that what you think I sound like?”
I was 95 percent sure that the cashier at the register who had been looking blankly forward, whispered under his breath, “It is what you sound like.”
I raised my eyebrows at Zac like see?
“Well, now you’ve done fucked up, and you’re sharin’ those cinnamon things with me.”
That got me to laugh.
And it got him to grin at me, not taking me or himself seriously. “I’m still tellin’ Mama,” he threatened with a little side smile and a