Dex grumbled. “I guess we’l match then.”
Maximus chuckled to himself. I didn’t like the sound of that chuckle. It wasn’t humorous.
“Not quite,” he said and winked at Dex.
I didn’t like that either. Ada paused beside me, her hand resting on my arm and we watched them, feeling tension boiling in the room.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dex asked suspiciously.
Oh, God. I had a feeling. It’s a trap! I wanted to yel .
Maximus shrugged and ran his hand through his hair.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, extra laziness in his drawl.
He sauntered to the end of the bed and leaned against the opposite bed post, copying Dex’s pose exactly. He smiled slowly at Dex.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but Maximus was fast on the draw.
“I just had no idea she was such a wildcat in the sack.
Oh, it wasn’t like that with you?”
I heard Ada gasp dramatical y beside me. “What?