“What do you do now?” Luke asked, hands at my hips, mini-half-grin on his lips.
“I don’t know,” I sat up, “maybe this?” Then I swung my arms out in front of me in a continuous loop and chanted, “Go Jules, go Jules, go Jules.”
The door opened, my head swung to it in an oh-my-God-not-Vance panic and I saw Mace walking in wearing a white tee with some surfer design on the front and black track pants with white stripes up the side. He looked at us on the floor, face blank like every day he walked into the down room and saw a woman astride Luke.
Maybe he did.
Then I was flipped onto my back and Luke was on top.
“Hey!” I snapped. “I was celebrating.”
“Probably you should celebrate after you’ve incapacitated your target,” he told me.
“I was thinking you might want to have a family one day,” I returned.
He laughed in my face. I frowned in his.
“Babe, you weren’t even close. Though, you wanna be, I’d give it a shot.”
“Stop flirting with me,” I snapped.
“Stop bein’ so cute,” he shot back.
The treadmill came on and both of us looked to it and saw Mace jogging. It was then I realized I was lying on the floor with Luke on top of me having a conversation.
Damn.
“Don’t mind me,” Mace said, face no longer blank. I didn’t know him very well and he normally looked like he was in a bad mood (Mace was Mr. Seriously Broody Hot Guy Badass) but now he looked like he was going to laugh.
“You have a big mouth,” I told him, turning my snit on him.
He jacked up the speed on the treadmill and the jog went to a run. He was completely unaffected by my snit.
“Too good not to share,” was all he said, knowing exactly what I was talking about.
“You’re on my list,” I said to Mace and then looked at Luke, “you too.”
“What list?” Luke asked.
“My Annoying Men I’m Going to Kill List.”
Luke rolled to his side and came up on an elbow. He was flat out smiling now.
“Why me?” he asked.
“Just because,” I retorted and got to my feet.
I looked at Mace. “If you told Dawn, I’m going to torture you before I kill you.”
“Dawn doesn’t know,” Mace said, amused look gone.
“Dawn’s not gonna know,” Luke said, on his feet too.
Well that was something.
Luke threw his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get a beer,” he said and he walked me out of the room.
I didn’t argue mainly because I could use a beer.