"In a low voice, I asked, "How are you doing?" Luc shrugged. "You know, I'm doing my thing like a chicken wing." My brow arched. Daemon sounded like he choked. "Did you seriously just say that?"
Oh, shimmer down, Hunter. You're too testy. How many times have I've told you that you need to chill out, take a vacay. Disney World is really fun this time of the year. you should check it out.
"His(Luc) eyes widened appreciatively as he took in my dress, heels, hair. "You look beautiful." Ethan beat me to a response. "Thank you. But you should compliment Merit as well. She cleans up nicely." Luc snorted, glanced at me. "And you don't look half-bad yourself, Sentinel." "Thank you, Luc. He's just jealous. He prefers to be the arm candy."
"Luc sighed as he raised his hands. "Look, this is not a trap, a test, or a drill. Archer's here, too. He's waiting for us, actually, and I'm more than willing to explain everything to you, but I'm not doing it standing here. Not when I found a Lunchables just a few minutes before you guys showed up, and I'm ready to make myself a delicious buffet of ham and cheese on crackers.
"I glanced mildly at Lindsey. "Did you spike his blood with caffeine?" "Die Hard marathon was on TV last night," she said. "He's been weaponized since then."
"Now that we've done the tea party," Luc said, pushing back the notepad and settling into his chair, "it's time for our annual review of Rules You Disrespectful Bastards Never Follow."
"We need to give you two a couple name," I said, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. "Lucsey, perhaps?" Luc didn't bat an eyelash; he simply turned a page of the newspaper. "Call us what you want, Sentinel. We already have a name for you." That was alarming. Not that there was a way to avoid it, but I wasn't sure I wanted them discussing my relationship around the Ops Room table. "No, you don't." "Yes, we do." Lindsey stirred her spoon noisily around the walls of the yogurt cup to get the remaining drops. "You're Methan." "We're what?" "Methan. Merit and Ethan. Methan."
Let's start over. Completely. You'll pretend that the mere idea of being attracted to me doesn't freak you out, and I'll pretend that you're not thinking about how I'd feel under your fingers. Hmm? Sound like a plan?
"I kinda like the arm-grabbing thing," he replied, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Very dominant of you. Maybe I'm the submissive type in, you know, the-"
You tried to kidnap me, Luc. Hmm, he murmured. That means I like you. I arched a brow. Okay. That's messed up on about a thousand different levels. Probably, I don't people well.
"An image of Luc's face flashed on my screen, his finger waggling. "Time to go outside!" it said. "Time to go outside!" I tried to silence it, reduce the volume, and turn off the phone, but to no avail. Luc had definitely created a reminder for our outdoor guarding duties--and there was no way to turn it off. I grimaced at the phone and showed it to Ethan. "We have a monster on our hands."
"At least you had sense enough not to attempt to lead this particular away team." "Star Trek," I murmured, picking out one of Luc's ubiquitous movie and television references. "I have trained you well, Padawan." "You're mixing your Wars and Treks," Jeff pointed out. "They're interchangeable," Luc said, earning a horrified look from Jeff."