The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,24
Another?”
“Water.” I nod and position my dart.
The second game, we end up almost tied, but she falls short on the last dart. She’s so busy sipping her drink that the waitress gave her, I’m not sure she cares.
“Final game,” I say.
She hops off the stool and shoves me lightly with her hand. “Loser first, so that’s me.”
I sip my water bottle and watch her get into position. She wiggles her ass and her lips purse. Fuck me. I’m fighting to live with this girl? I’m going to be walking around with a hard-on every damn day.
We near the end of the game and she’s ahead of me. I could play this cool, but the arrogant guy in me wants to show off a little. I throw it and it lands on the bull’s-eye.
“Knox!” she yells and points. “You got a bull’s-eye!”
I look at her with a cheesy grin on my face. “I did, which means…”
Her eyes turn to slits and she pokes me in my chest. “Did you just hustle me?”
I raise my hands. “No.”
“Hmm… I’m not sure I believe you, but you won, so I stay.”
Relief falls over her face and shoulders. We’ve all been where she is, so I don’t say anything.
We return the darts to the board and go back to our stools.
“Now tell me about this T-shirt business. Is that one?” I point at the shirt she’s wearing.
She looks down at her T-shirt that reads “I Don’t Eat My Friends” and has a picture of a cow, pig, and chicken on it. “It is.”
“You ate eggs,” I say, remembering the omelet.
“I eat eggs. It’s just animals that are slaughtered that I don’t eat.”
“I have to warn you, Jax and I are big burger guys.”
“Well, maybe I can introduce you two to some other options.”
This is going to be a problem—I’m actually excited about what she’s going to introduce me to. Excited to come home from work and have her there. Excited to be able to talk to her whenever I want. Why didn’t I throw the dart game? She’s going to mess up my life. But right now, I don’t even care.
Chapter Eleven
Kamea
I wake up the next morning and figure Knox must still be sleeping because he said he was off. I’m at the breakfast bar, sipping my coffee and designing new T-shirts—because I’m going to have to continue doing small orders until I can accumulate enough money for another bulk buy—when a door opens and my creative bubble is popped. I’m not sure whether it’s Knox or Jax until the footsteps go to the bathroom, the door doesn’t shut, and I hear someone peeing.
“You need to shut the door,” I say when Jax comes out after washing his hands. At least he has on a white T-shirt and sweatpants instead of only his boxer briefs.
“Sorry, this one time I was jumped in a bathroom.”
“Seriously?” I place my coffee down.
He shakes his head. “No. I’m just lazy.” He grabs a mug and fills it with the coffee I prepared this morning. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing much.”
He peeks over my shoulder. “‘Meat sucks’?” His eyebrows furrow. “Are you into girls?”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “No. I’m a vegetarian.”
“Damn.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I was thinking we hit the jackpot for a moment.”
“Did you think if I was a lesbian, I’d have regular make-out sessions on the couch and you’d be able to beat off to us while we go down on one another?”
“I hoped, but you crushed that dream.” He sips his coffee and waves his hand. “So explain then?”
“I’m a vegetarian, and I design T-shirts for vegetarians.”
He nods. “Clever. What else do you have?” He grabs the edge of the computer and slides it to face him. “‘Grass Fed.’” He scrolls. “‘Bitch, Peas.’” He chuckles. “So this is the T-shirt thing, huh?” He pushes the computer back my way.
“Yeah.”
“And she ruined it for you?”
I shrug. “I’ll be fine eventually. I just have to work a little harder. I’ll make more on the T-shirts when I can do a bulk order to get the cost per unit down, which was what I had planned for the money I spent on her bail. This way, I design them and someone else prints each one as it’s ordered. There’s a higher cost.”
“So you can design any shirt and anyone can buy them?” He seems oddly interested.
“Yeah.”
“If I wanted you to design one for my clients, could you?”