“Well, what did you say?” Trying to hold her laughter back was almost impossible.
“I asked him if he would have the hots for Pamela Anderson circa Baywatch if she was around him.”
If Adalyn had had water in her mouth, she would have choked.
Lake sank lower in her seat, realizing that maybe comparing Angel’s looks to quite possibly one of the biggest sex symbols ever hadn’t been the best idea. “And that’s why he’s here.”
“I’d say so.” Adalyn chuckled at her friend.
Thank God, I didn’t tell her he can ride a skateboard. There really wouldn’t have been a chance for her to be with Angel if she had.
This class and the next one were spent with Lake sure to divert her eyes from staring too deeply at Angel. By the time lunch came around, Adalyn was proud Lake had made it this far without even one forbidden glance while her boyfriend wasn’t looking. One thing was for sure, she deserved a medal because he had looked especially hot to her today, now that most of his bruising had lightened up.
All of them decided to eat in the cafeteria today since fries were on the menu. Even Angel, who didn’t usually eat on the job, got some.
Taking a seat beside Lake, their table had changed up a bit since Vincent now sat with them.
Maria’s eyes followed Angel, who started to head to his normal table a few feet away. “Angel? Sit with us.” She pointed with her fork to the empty chair beside Adalyn.
They all stopped at the fact that she wanted to include him. And this time, Adalyn literally did choke on her water.
Did Maria Caruso really just invite a Luciano to sit with her?
He seemed to be slightly stunned himself before setting his tray down on the table.
Holy shit, she did.
Looking over at Maria, then at Angel, who now sat beside her, she realized it was a monumental moment that brought inexplicable joy to her heart. To get the mafia princess, who was born without a heart, to like the son of Lucifer meant that, maybe someday, the two families could actually get along.
Even Lake and Elle were smiling at Maria’s generosity. Well, at least until a scary look appeared in Vincent’s eye. He was making it obvious that he wasn’t so thrilled about her invitation.
“Since when have you wanted to be within five feet of a Luciano?” Vincent decided to call her out.
Flipping her hair behind her shoulder, she gave the pretty boy a deadly smile. “Since you started feeling threatened by one.”
Oh.
My.
God.
Shocked faces around the table waited to see what Vincent would do.
He just picked up his food and started eating. There was nothing he could say. It was almost like watching a lion bow to a lioness.
Leave it to Maria to put any man in his place. She was a true inspiration.
The awkwardness at the table slowly faded the longer they sat there, with the girls doing most of the talking. Angel didn’t speak while he lazily sat there, eating beside her, which was fine by her as she reached over and stole a couple of his fries. By about the fifth one, however, he finally did.
Speaking in a low tone, he said, “Steal another fry, sweetness, and you’ll regret it.”
Adalyn smiled sweetly at him while she reached over, stealing one last fry. “You can’t do anything with my brother here.” Popping it into her mouth when he didn’t stop her, she felt her smile get bigger. She stole a couple of extra fries before they started to leave just for good measure.
Ha. That’s right.
With lunch over, they all got up to deposit their trays, but Vincent had taken Lake’s from her, getting rid of it himself.
Angel grabbed Adalyn’s from her, too, making her blush slightly, but when he leaned down to whisper to Lake, her face went red for a different reason.
“Adalyn lied. I do know how to skateboard.”
Twenty-Seven
I Want Your Brother’s Number
Watching Lake walk up ahead beside Vincent, Adalyn snapped her eyes to Angel. “If you tell her you know how to ride a motorcycle … I want your brother’s number.”
She had watched Lake officially give up on not looking at him after he had told her he could skate. Even Vincent, who was practically running her away from Angel to the safety of the Escalade, had given up hope that she would keep her eyes to herself. It was hard for Adalyn to blame her, but she could blame Angel for telling her the truth, which she clearly couldn’t handle.
He put his arm around her, not caring if Vincent decided to look back. “Not a chance in hell, sweetness.”
Adalyn couldn’t help laughing. It was good to know she could always threaten him with Matthias if she needed.
Continuing to walk to the car, they tried their best to keep up with the couple in front of them until they saw the asshole skater with his friends coming right at them. Then they picked up their speed, trying to catch up to Lake and Vincent before they got to them.