Chapter 8
“You turned my sister into a smoker?” I asked Zach later that night as I lay beside him on the bed. He had his laptop out, going over e-mails, he’d said. He’d changed into just a tank top and boxer shorts.
“I did not,” Zach replied, not looking up from his perusal. “She asked for one.”
“Hmm.” I laid my head on the pillow, turned on my side, facing him. “Did she act like she knew what she was doing?”
“Mick, why don’t you just ask her if she smokes if you want to know?”
“Because under the circumstance I don’t want to be all in attack mode.” And besides, it was entirely possible Raine did smoke. Or was a “social” smoker.
“Apparently it’s okay with me, though.”
I smiled a little. “Do you feel attacked?”
Zach shrugged.
“You’re in a mood.” Normally Zach was a pretty cool guy.
