Hector leaned back in the booth and patted his flat stomach. “Aw, man, that hit the spot. I could live off their burgers.”
Beside me, Rider snorted. “As much as you eat here, you already do live off them.”
“Whatever,” he replied, grinning as he shifted forward, dropping his arms onto the table. “I eat different stuff here.”
“Like what?”
He rolled his eyes. “Let’s see. I get their hamburger sub.”
I grinned.
“That’s practically the same thing as a regular hamburger,” Rider said as he sat back and dropped his arm along the back of our booth. “Try again.”
His eyes narrowed. “I get their onion rings.”
“That doesn’t count.” Rider tapped my shoulder with his fingers. “Does it?”
I shook my head.
“You’re not helping,” Hector replied as he snatched a fry off my plate.
So. Much. Like. His. Brother.
Rider chuckled as he shifted in the booth next to me. “You got to work tonight?”
Hector shook his head. “Nah. Tomorrow, though.”
“Where...do you work?” I asked.
“At someplace really cool,” he replied without missing a beat. I peeked up at him. He smiled. “At McDonald’s.”
“Which is why you’d think he’d eat something other than hamburgers,” Rider added.
“Firehouse hamburgers are not the same as McDonald’s. I can’t even believe we are having this conversation.” Hector looked at me. “Anyway, I started there about a year ago. It was the quickest and easiest place to get hired. My abuelita’s social security isn’t cutting it.”
I felt Rider’s fingers brush my hair as he said, “Mrs. Luna also works. Full-time.”
“I’m trying to get Jayden to get an app in.” Hector lifted a hand, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. “He can work there at fifteen, as long as he gets a permit.” Pausing, he glanced over at Rider. “That ain’t going over too well. He wants everything easy and fast, except easy shit isn’t no way easy.”
Rider was quiet, but I felt like there was a wealth of words unsaid. They were planning to meet up with some guys to play basketball, so we left shortly after that, and Hector drove me back to my car. There were a few still left in the parking lot. Football and cheerleading practice was going on, their shouts heard from off in the distance.
Rider followed me out of the car, walking around the back to join me. He waited as I opened my door. “Thanks for coming out. It was...it was good.”
Looking up, I was startled to see that his cheeks were...deeper. He was blushing again, but I didn’t quite follow why. I’d started to learn that happened when he was complimented or when attention was drawn to his artwork. He wasn’t comfortable with it, but I didn’t get what was making him uncomfortable now.
He wrapped his fingers around the edge of the car door as I tossed my bag onto the front seat. “So, yeah, thanks.”
I grinned at him while Hector tapped the side of his car. “Thanks...for letting me tag along.”
He tipped his chin down. “You weren’t tagging along. You were right there with us.”
My grin skipped into a smile. I liked the sound of that, but then I remembered what Hector had said earlier. “So were you.”
Rider blinked and then he said softly, “Yeah, I was.”
I glanced over his shoulder. “I’m...sorry about Paige.”
“I...” Our gazes met and held for a long moment before he looked away. “I am, too.”
Having no idea how to respond, I settled in behind the wheel.
“Yo,” Hector shouted and then smacked the side of his door from the driver’s seat. “They’re gonna start without us.”
Rider started to close my door, but bent down instead. Our gazes connected again. An eternity stretched out and then he leaned in. My heart stuttered when his lips brushed my forehead, lingering for several seconds.
“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered so quietly I wondered if he’d said it or if it was my imagination. But then he spoke louder. “See you tomorrow, Mouse.”
Chapter 16
“Mallory, can you come down here?”
My stomach tumbled at the sound of Carl’s voice. He’d beaten Rosa home from the hospital, and didn’t waste any time calling my name the second he was through the front door. I glanced over at the nightstand and saw it was close to nine. Part of me wanted to pretend I was asleep, and I knew if he came up here and thought I was, he wouldn’t wake me. But that was such a chicken way out of things, especially when I’d made the choice to go out with Rider and Hector.
Scooting off the bed, I made my way down the stairs, my fingers twisting my hair. In my chest, my heart was pounding wicked fast. I wouldn’t lie, I told myself. If Carl asked who I was with, I would tell the truth. Because as corny as it sounded, they deserved the truth.
But I was petrified.
Carl was in the kitchen, pulling a bottle of juice out of the fridge. He was in his scrubs. “Not going to beat around the bush with you, Mallory. I was surprised when Rosa texted that you were grabbing food with friends after school.”
Folding my arms over my chest, I watched him grab a glass out of the cabinets. “Is it so strange...to think I’d do that?”
He looked over his shoulder at me, dark eyebrow raised. “With Ainsley? No. But in the four years you’ve been with us, Ainsley has been the only one you’ve been comfortable enough around to spend time with.” He paused as he poured ruby red juice into the glass. “And you didn’t answer the phone when I called.”