Bad Things (Tristan & Danika, #1)(39)

Tristan turned, getting a good look at his brother and I, sitting close and clutching hands. Of course he’d look just then, I thought wryly. I saw his jaw tighten, and knew he wasn’t happy with what he saw.

Still, I was surprised when he strode right to us, his eyes boring straight into Jared.

“A word,” he said through his teeth, then turned on his heel, striding out the back door.

Jared sighed heavily. “Well, f*ck,” he muttered.

He squeezed my hand lightly before standing and following his brother.

I could imagine what was going on back there. Tristan would be reaming his brother out for what he’d have taken as a direct come-on. And certainly his brother was capable of that. They both were. But I didn’t think that had been what Jared was about. He was a genuinely nice guy, and I really thought he had just been offering comfort after asking a few too many awkward questions.

I’d told Jared that I would consider going out with him, when I was ready to date again, but I had to wonder if that was even an option. I knew, just knew, that if I dated Jared, it would drive Tristan insane, no matter that he and I had firmly committed to just being friends. What a mess, I thought.

Leticia came to sit beside me. Her eyes were on the back door, her brow furrowed. I marveled again at how lovely she was as she turned her dark eyes on me.

“You aren’t going to make my boys fight over you, are you?” she asked softly, glancing at the back door. It was sliding glass, but the brothers had moved out of sight right after they’d closed the door.

Her words struck me as a little hostile, but she didn’t seem hostile, just concerned.

“I’m not.” My words were soft, and even to my own ears they lacked any conviction. That made me defensive. “Tristan and I are strictly friends.”

She shot me a sardonic look. She’d been sweet as sugar to me so far, but I saw the spicier side to her personality in that one look.

“You’re a smart girl, but that’s not a smart assessment. Strictly friends? Do you really believe that?”

My mouth twisted. “We’re trying really hard to keep it that way. It’s what’s best for both of us.”

She tossed her hair, and rolled her eyes. It made me smile. Who was I to knock a sassy woman? “Well, good luck to you, but I think you’re fighting a losing battle. And God help you if Tristan decides he wants more. He’s just like his father, and his father was impossible to resist, even when he was being a bastard. God, I loved that bastard. I named Tristan after him, in the hopes that he would be like that. His father could be callous, but…so charismatic. That man could get anything he wanted out of life. I wanted my son to be like that.”

“You named him after his father that left you both?”

She did her little hair toss/eye roll. “I did, and I don’t regret it. Tristan hates that I did that, but it makes perfect sense to me.”

It did not make sense to me, and I was definitely siding with Tristan on that one, but I held my tongue. I didn’t need to get into an argument with a woman I’d just met about something that was none of my business.

“And what about Jared? Did you name him after his father?”

“I did. I loved him, too.”

“And did he leave, too?”

I knew I’d overstepped with that one, but it didn’t seem to faze her.

“He stuck around for years actually. He was a very nice man. If you want to know the difference between the fathers, just look at the brothers.”

That made me a little angry. I didn’t think it was fair to compare Tristan to a man who had left his son with no father. But then again, I had very similar baggage, so I was a touch sensitive about it.

“Has Tristan knocked up any girls, and then run in the other direction?” I asked, feeling riled.

She pursed her lips, sending me a sidelong look. “He hasn’t. Not yet, anyway. You don’t have to defend him to me. No one loves him more than I do.”

“Then give him a little credit.”

She waved her hands in the air, as though erasing the conversation. “Enough of the serious talk. I love my boys. That’s all I meant. Don’t make them hate each other.”

“I would never—”

“Good. Then let’s move on. Do you like mota?”

I just blinked at her, confused. “Mota?”

Hair toss. Eye roll. “Marijuana? Do you like?”

I shook my head vigorously. In my experience, only losers smoked pot, and so I’d always stayed far, far away from the stuff.

“Well, I like, so I hope you don’t mind if I partake.”

I shook my head again. “It’s your house…”

The brothers were both smiling as they filed back into the house, which I found reassuring, but I was a little shocked when Leticia casually handed Jared a lit joint, and he just took it, thanking her.

Was this normal? Was I really such a prude?

She offered one to Tristan, but he waved her off, glancing at me.

“Don’t deny yourself on my account,” I said wryly, though I really didn’t want him to. I hated the stuff.

He shook his head. “No, I’m good.”

“What the hell was up with that move you made during dinner?” I asked him later as he drove us home in my junker of a car.