I blink with surprise when I see that I’ve missed everything – that Frankie and Nico are already dragging two dazed, cuffed men away to the little sedan as Christian punches a third, the fourth laid out unconscious at his feet. God, but they work fast.
When Christian steps into the Arby’s about three minutes later, he huffs a laugh when he sees me leaning against the counter, sipping my drink.
“Do you want a fry?” I ask, casual, gesturing towards the tray next to me.
He laughs again, harder, and steps close to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him, running a hand over my ponytail. “You actually ordered food?”
“Girl’s gotta eat,” I say, smiling up at him. I’m playing it very cool right now, forcing myself to, because I know that it will be better for him i
