Her jaw came unhinged.
“Come to find out,” I continued, voice low, “spaghetti sauce doesn’t always come out of clothes.”
Kat’s pink lips parted. “I’m sure you have enough shirts.”
“I do, but that was my favorite.”
“You have a favorite shirt?” Her nose wrinkled. Cute.
Dammit. Not cute.
“And I also think you ruined Ash’s favorite shirt, too,” I pointed out.
She tilted her head to the side. “Well, I’m sure you were there to comfort her during such a traumatic situation.”
“I’m not sure she’ll recover,” I replied drily.
Kat rolled her eyes and then started to turn around.
The plan—stick to the plan. “You owe me. Again.”
The warning bell rang as she stared at me. “I don’t owe you anything.”
Tipping the desk down, I leaned in. Scant inches separated our mouths. “I have to disagree.” And then, because apparently I sucked at keeping to the plan, I said, “You’re nothing like I expected.”
Her gaze dropped to my mouth. “What did you expect?”
A hundred things that she wasn’t. “You and I have to talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
I watched her lips form those words, and then I lifted my eyes to hers. “Yes. We do. Tonight.”
The tip of Kat’s tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip. Holy crap, that got me in a lot of areas. My fingers tightened around the edge of the desk. She nodded and then turned around slowly. Satisfaction flooded me, and I smiled tightly.
And then noticed the teacher and the class were staring at us. Oh well. I lowered my desk back onto all four legs. Someone cleared their throat. The teacher began calling names. I lifted my fingers, one by one off the edge of the desk.
As plain as day, the edge of the desk was sunken along eight different areas. Melted, as if it been too close to an extreme heat. Without even testing it out, I knew the indents would match my fingers.
After school, I ended up getting waylaid by Matthew. He’d wanted to know how I was handling the situation between Ash and Kat. He was actually worried that Ash would do something to harm Kat and potentially expose us.
I wasn’t so sure about that.
If Kat had dumped food on Ash somewhere more private, yeah, there would’ve been a good chance that Ash would’ve tried to fry her. And Ash had the potential to make Kat’s life a living hell at school, but I liked to think that she realized Dee wouldn’t stand for it.
I wouldn’t stand for it.
What went down in the cafeteria, though, reinforced the likelihood of bad stuff going down the more Kat was around us. She’d already been targeted by an Arum, and that could—that would—happen again. It wasn’t necessarily Kat’s fault. Actually, it wasn’t her fault at all. She didn’t understand the dynamics or what she was getting herself into.
Dee had human friends before, but they were more like acquaintances, people she wasn’t entirely close to. Kat was different. If she didn’t live next door and so close to the colony, then maybe she wouldn’t pose such a problem.
Maybe I wouldn’t think twice about her.
But none of that was either here or there. With school back in session, there were other people that Kat could buddy up with. Dee would eventually get over it. And everything would go back to being normal.
Time for me to stop screwing around with this.
It was close to eight when I knocked on Kat’s door. Her mom’s car was gone from the driveway, and for some reason, as I walked over to the porch railing, I wondered if that was why Kat was so into reading. With her mom never around, I imagined she had to be lonely.
Or maybe she just enjoyed reading that much.
The door opened, and Kat stepped out. I opened my mouth, but immediately closed it. Kat had changed since school. And it wasn’t just the missing cast, which was thankfully off her arm now. She also had a dress on—a pale blue dress with tiny straps and a lacy hem that showed off her legs and the slope of her shoulders.
Her hair was still down, cascading down her back, and as she closed the door behind her, I had a hard time focusing on what the hell I was doing over here.
She walked over to me, and moonlight sliced over her cheek as she lifted her gaze to mine. “Is Dee home?”
“No.” I glanced up at the stars blanketing the sky. Dee would be home soon, though. “She went to the game with Ash, but I doubt she will stay long.” I turned to her. “I told her I was going to hang out with you tonight. I think she’ll come home soon to make sure we haven’t killed each other.”
Kat looked away, but I saw the grin. “Well, if you don’t kill me, I’m sure Ash will be more than glad to do so.”
“Because of spaghetti-gate or something else?” I asked.
She shot me a long look. “You looked mighty comfy with her in your lap yesterday.”
“Ah, I see.” I pushed off the railing. “It makes sense now.”
“It does?”