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“Yep.” Lie.
He huffed a sigh of…something. Relief? Get a grip. He took a small sip of the beer and tried to figure out what had possessed that woman to buy this horrific booze.
“You know what she’s missing?” Kru asked.
“Who?”
“Jenna.”
She was squatted down across the clearing, holding the hands of a toddler, singing something with this gorgeous smile plastered to her face. “What?” he asked absently.
“A mouse.”
“Why would she want a mouse?”
“When Gunner was still here, that first night Jenna got to the park, they were talking about some old mouse that lived in the original ten-ten.”
“Nards,” he murmured as an accidental smile took his face.
“You want to unzip that one’s pants? Get her a present.”
“First off, stop talking about her that way. Second, I’m not trying to get into anyone’s pants, and third? A mouse is not the way to a woman’s heart.”
“Maybe it’s the way to a falcon’s heart.” Kru was watching him with narrowed eyes. “Human rules don’t apply here, big guy. Maybe you’ve been away for too long.”
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“I’m the one bringing you the exact beer Jenna likes, and telling you exactly how to make her think about you every time she comes into her home. Every time she feeds that mouse, who is she going to think of?”
“Why do you care about what I do?”
“I stole one of her bras too. She likes orang—ack!”
Lucas’s hand gripped Kru’s throat before he told his body to respond. Well, fuck it all now. He yanked him closer. “Leave. Her. Alone.”
Lucas was gripping him hard enough to pop a human’s head from his body, but Kru? He smiled, and a feral rumble came from deep in his chest. “And that’s why I care what you do.” Kru yanked away from him and hopped over the stone ledge easily. “See you tonight, Lucas.”
“No you won’t.”
“Okay,” he said nonchalantly as he walked away, swinging his arms, the empty beer can still clutched in his fist.
God, that guy was weird.
“Mango-ginger beer,” Nox called judgmentally. He lifted his Coors Banquet. “Hey, you do you, man.”
Lucas huffed a laugh and shook his head, stood, and made his way toward the group where Nox was chatting. “Some guy named Kru gave it to me.”
Nox’s blond brows lifted high. “Some guy named Kru,” he said, and nudged Torren in the ribs. Torren was just staring at him with an unfathomable look.
Clearly he was missing something. “Well, this has been weird,” he mumbled. “I’m going to take off soon.”
“Aw, no running tonight!” Nox said, pulling him in against him. “We’ve already got plans for you.”
“I’m not fighting Torren.”
“Not sober, you won’t,” Nox murmured, tilting the mango-ginger beer toward his lips.
Lucas chuckled and shrugged him off. “Let me guess, you’ve been making bets?”
