in her place and also reminded her that she wasn’t one to stick her nose in the air. She wasn’t any better than anyone in here. From the bits and pieces she recalled, she’d done things she shouldn’t take pride in. Funny how some of those same things people disapproved of were acts she still remembered with fondness.
“What are you ordering? I’m starved.”
He cocked a brow at her. “I don’t think they serve three chicken wings and seven and a half fries.”
“Ha. Ha. What a funny guy. See if I share any of my leftovers with you now.”
“Ah, come one. You gotta let me have them. You can’t let good food go to waste.” Then the big, dumb idiot batted his lashes and grinned.
He looked so bloody stupid and absolutely gorgeous at the same time. “You’re whacked.”
“Only with you. Most of my friends think I’m kind of dry with the humor.”
“Or they don’t understand it. That happens to me a lot.”
Reaching out, he snagged her hand. “This is going to sound dorky, but I’ll blame it on hunger. I kind of like you”—his lips stretched—“bluebird.”
“I’m wearing pink. And I like you, too.” In what was the most awkward conversation ever. Since when did a guy hold her hand and try to look in her eyes as he claimed affection? Or was there another reason why he was acting so sappy?
“Are you stoned?”
He frowned. “No, why.”
“Because this is weird, angel. Guys don’t profess emotions in a strip joint.”
Turning his head from side to side, Constantine surveyed the room. “What’s location got to do with it?”
Aria couldn’t help but giggle. Sincerity rang in his words. He truly didn’t grasp the oddity. But she let it pass. Until he said, “So, I feel I should tell you right up front that, if we do take things further, I can’t promise anything more than a casual thing. We snakes don’t have a good track record with sticking around.”
“So you’re asking me out and breaking up with me all at once? How does that work?”
“I wasn’t breaking up with you. And, I, um, didn’t realize we were dating.”
“Just because I might have been a slut in my other life doesn’t mean I am going to be in this one. So if we’re going to be making out on a regular basis, then I should at least be your girlfriend.” Because then she wouldn’t be a whore. She’d just be doing what she had to in order to keep her man happy.
He blinked. “That was confusing, but from what I think I understood, you’re my girlfriend.”
“Well, I thought I was, but then you broke up with me by saying snakes leave.”
“We do. At least my dad did. It’s something genetic about our kind. So even though I kind of really like you, it could be that some switch in my head turns off at one point and I’ll just pack my things and go.”
“Go where?”
Again, he regarded her for an instant. “What do you mean go where? Somewhere. I don’t know exactly. Just that it might happen.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you going to leave me?” As she asked, a woman dressed in black yoga shorts that hugged her every contour with a tight T-shirt and a large tray arrived at their table.
“Hey, Renny,” Constantine said, relinquishing his grip on her hand.
“If it isn’t my favorite brother-in-law,” she teased as she placed some plates in front of them. Several plates. “I ordered your favorites with a little extra for your lady friend.” A curious gaze turned her way, and the woman waited.
“Shit. Sorry. Aria, this is Renny, Caleb’s wife. This is Aria,” he told the other woman, who, done serving them food and drink, tucked the tray under her arm.
Brown eyes perused her. “So you’re the girl that they were looking for. Glad they found you. I know when the lizard man took Luke, I was scared out of my mind for him.”
“I don’t know what took me.” As Aria blinked, she faded out into a new scene.
Through woozy eyes, she could see a ceiling. White plaster with a
“What are you ordering? I’m starved.”
He cocked a brow at her. “I don’t think they serve three chicken wings and seven and a half fries.”
“Ha. Ha. What a funny guy. See if I share any of my leftovers with you now.”
“Ah, come one. You gotta let me have them. You can’t let good food go to waste.” Then the big, dumb idiot batted his lashes and grinned.
He looked so bloody stupid and absolutely gorgeous at the same time. “You’re whacked.”
“Only with you. Most of my friends think I’m kind of dry with the humor.”
“Or they don’t understand it. That happens to me a lot.”
Reaching out, he snagged her hand. “This is going to sound dorky, but I’ll blame it on hunger. I kind of like you”—his lips stretched—“bluebird.”
“I’m wearing pink. And I like you, too.” In what was the most awkward conversation ever. Since when did a guy hold her hand and try to look in her eyes as he claimed affection? Or was there another reason why he was acting so sappy?
“Are you stoned?”
He frowned. “No, why.”
“Because this is weird, angel. Guys don’t profess emotions in a strip joint.”
Turning his head from side to side, Constantine surveyed the room. “What’s location got to do with it?”
Aria couldn’t help but giggle. Sincerity rang in his words. He truly didn’t grasp the oddity. But she let it pass. Until he said, “So, I feel I should tell you right up front that, if we do take things further, I can’t promise anything more than a casual thing. We snakes don’t have a good track record with sticking around.”
“So you’re asking me out and breaking up with me all at once? How does that work?”
“I wasn’t breaking up with you. And, I, um, didn’t realize we were dating.”
“Just because I might have been a slut in my other life doesn’t mean I am going to be in this one. So if we’re going to be making out on a regular basis, then I should at least be your girlfriend.” Because then she wouldn’t be a whore. She’d just be doing what she had to in order to keep her man happy.
He blinked. “That was confusing, but from what I think I understood, you’re my girlfriend.”
“Well, I thought I was, but then you broke up with me by saying snakes leave.”
“We do. At least my dad did. It’s something genetic about our kind. So even though I kind of really like you, it could be that some switch in my head turns off at one point and I’ll just pack my things and go.”
“Go where?”
Again, he regarded her for an instant. “What do you mean go where? Somewhere. I don’t know exactly. Just that it might happen.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you going to leave me?” As she asked, a woman dressed in black yoga shorts that hugged her every contour with a tight T-shirt and a large tray arrived at their table.
“Hey, Renny,” Constantine said, relinquishing his grip on her hand.
“If it isn’t my favorite brother-in-law,” she teased as she placed some plates in front of them. Several plates. “I ordered your favorites with a little extra for your lady friend.” A curious gaze turned her way, and the woman waited.
“Shit. Sorry. Aria, this is Renny, Caleb’s wife. This is Aria,” he told the other woman, who, done serving them food and drink, tucked the tray under her arm.
Brown eyes perused her. “So you’re the girl that they were looking for. Glad they found you. I know when the lizard man took Luke, I was scared out of my mind for him.”
“I don’t know what took me.” As Aria blinked, she faded out into a new scene.
Through woozy eyes, she could see a ceiling. White plaster with a
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