Bad Things(11)

It was my turn to do some eye rolling. “Aren’t you a bunch of charmers.”

Kenny grinned, and Tristan laughed.

“What about you?” I asked Tristan. “You don’t even make them pancakes?”

“If they’re around in the morning, sure. I’m not opposed to cooking.”

“Do you have a nickname?”

“Tristan is the only name I answer to,” he said.

Kenny shot him a wide-eyed look. “The guys call him Tryst, like with a Y, but he hates it.”

“That’s adorable,” I said, instantly liking the way it made him glare. He was way too smiley, most of the time. “Tryst. A nice way to call you a man-whore. I like it.”

Tristan turned in his seat to look at me. “You are not allowed to call me that.”

I shrugged at him, grinning. “How on earth could you stop me?”

He grinned right back. “Trust me, I’ll think of something.”

Of course that only made me curious about what he would do. “Sure thing, Tryst,” I told him.

He shook his head. “Don’t make me get out of my seat.”

“What will you do?”

He thought it over. “Let me try again. It’s obvious threats only encourage you. If you can refrain from calling me that, I will cook you breakfast.”

“I don’t like pancakes,” I warned him.

“I’ll make you anything you want. Consider me your short order cook.”

“Is this offer good for only one breakfast?”

“I’ll make you whatever you want, every morning I stay at the house.”

“Deal,” I told him quickly. After tasting his cookies, I wanted whatever he was cooking. “But I’m very picky. You’ll have your work cut out for you in the morning.”

He just smiled. “I look forward to it. I’m going to blow your mind.”

I crossed my legs, looking away, my mind veering far from the thought of food.

“So you two aren’t….dating?” Kenny asked Tristan, shooting him a glance.

“We’re not, but don’t get any ideas. None of you knuckleheads are allowed to go near her. Spread the word.”

“What sort of caveman reasoning is that?” I piped in, agitated. I certainly had no intention of dating one of his obviously immature friends, but I sure as hell didn’t think he should have a say in it.

He flashed those damned dimples at me, so charming that I wanted to hit him over the head with my purse. “Just looking out for my friend. You’re the relationship type. None of the guys you’re going to meet are. I’m looking to save you a headache down the road.”

“How sweet,” I murmured, wondering what I was getting myself into with this crowd. “We meeting all of these charmers tonight?”

“I don’t know who will be there,” Tristan said, looking at Kenny.

Kenny shrugged. “Who knows? Cory is working the bar, so my guess is there will be a turnout. Not many of our friends will turn down free drinks at one of the hottest clubs in town, but Jared is the only one I know for sure will be there.”

“Nice,” Tristan said, sounding pleased. “Jared is my baby brother. You’ll love him. Everybody does. You have any brothers or sisters?”

A tight fist gripped around my heart at the question. I hadn’t been expecting it, and it was a subject that my mind tended to shy away from. “I have a sister.”

“Older or younger?”

“She’s two years younger than me.”

“She live in town?”

I bit my lip. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from her in years.”

“Why the hell not? You have to keep in touch with family.”

If only it were so simple. “She hates me, actually. I couldn’t get her to talk to me if I tried.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a shitty big sister. Are we done with the interrogation?”

“My bad. I didn’t mean to be nosy.”

“So don’t be. Just drop it.” I felt bitchy, but being a bitch was better than rehashing painful old baggage just to appease his curiosity.

He put his hands in the air to signal that he would stop.

Even agitated, I couldn’t help but study those big, sexy hands.

“Sorry,” he said, sounding sincere. “Sorry. I will drop it. To make up for being so rude, I’ll pick up your tab for the night.”