"Right. " Vincent's gaze flickers to me. "No blue ink for the blue blood. "
"Lisa?" my father begins. "What is he talking about?"
I turn and death-stare at Vincent. "I have no idea," I utter through gritted teeth.
His lips drift upward. "Yeah you do. "
"V," Rush says under his breath. "Don't. "
Vincent's gaze flickers over to Kevin, then back to me. "Perfect. Your own kind, Lis. It's where you belong. "
"Shall we go? On y va?" my mom purrs in her I've-been-to-Paris-more-times-than-you-can-count French accent. "Brunch awaits. "
I roll my eyes. Good to know Vincent isn't the only asshole in this crowd.
"It was lovely to meet you all," my mother says. But her tone pretty much says the opposite.
"You too," Addison says quickly, giving me the most heartfelt I'm-sooooooo-sorry look.
She pulls both boys away by their offensive t-shirts, but not before Vincent gives me the biggest shit-eating grin on the planet. For one second, I stare after him. Black jeans, fine ass, broad shoulders, sleeves of tattoos, and the words Bite Me shaved into the back of his head.
I turn back to Kevin. He's smiling at me and holding up the keys to his Porsche.
Fuck, I hate buttons.
The End
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