Forever, стр. 51

Misty snorts. “As if he…” She trails off and gets a funny look on her face. “Spider is going on a food run in the morning. I’ll have him replace them.”

“Whatever.” I laugh and close the cabinet back and lock it. “I don’t know who has a worse sweet tooth, you or King. I swear you two shouldn’t even have teeth left in your heads.”

“Remember that time he was so sick he was flat on his ass in bed for like a week?” Misty asks with a twinkle in her eyes. “I brought him a bag full of candy bars and ended up as sick as he was ‘cause I tried to keep up with him eating the stupid things.”

We both burst into laughter as we exit the pantry and sit on the stools at the metal prep table in the kitchen. Misty tears into a candy bar and goes back to devouring the ice cream she was eating when I arrived.

I lift a brow and shake my head. It must be that time of the month. I smile as she closes her eyes and moans while she eats a mouthful of ice cream and candy bar.

“So, Brick,” Misty says as she reopens her eyes.

I huff and narrow my gaze on her. “Misty,” I warn.

“No, Eva, wait. I know you, and you always miss what’s going on around you if it’s not in a book or a drawing.” She puckers her lips in thought. “I hope you’re not letting something slip by that—”

“That what, Misty?” I cut her off. “That can never be? You’re right, King would lose his ever-loving mind and then what? Besides, I told you. I misread things. I mean, look at his ex-wife. I’m clearly not his type.”

She drops her candy bar into her ice cream. “I will never understand how you don’t see how gorgeous you are. You’re hot, young, and smart as shit. Why wouldn’t he want you? Mags is as dumb as a bag of rocks and she’s trifling.”

“How do you know so much about her?” I mumble.

Misty frowns and twists her lips in disdain. She turns back to her ice cream. “I pay attention.” She shrugs.

“Well, if you pay attention, then you already know he has moved on. I haven’t seen him since we arrived,” I mutter.

“That’s because he’s been gone since you guys arrived. King had him head right back out,” she says and points her spoon at me.

I’m a little thrown and hopeful with this new information. Maybe Brick would have apologized, at least if he were around. I’d like to think our time meant enough for him to at least say he’s sorry for using me.

“How do you know King sent him out?” I ask to distract my thoughts.

“I told you, I pay attention,” she says and shifts on her stool.

I start to pay attention. My best friend is hiding something from me. I watch her right as her phone buzzes on the tabletop. Her whole face lights up as she looks down at it.

“Is that your latest boy toy?” I ask as I watch her.

Misty tries to reel in her smile. “I guess you can say that.” She smiles.

I reach for one of the bowls stacked in the center of the table and fill it up with cereal. I groan inwardly as I realize I’ve forgotten the milk. I slide off my stool and head to the refrigerator.

I hear someone else enter the kitchen as I rummage through the shelves. I stop and smile as I recognize the voice. I grab the milk and spin to close the door.

“That’s not food, Misty,” King growls as he towers over my best friend.

King is a gorgeous man. Those blue eyes and his blond dreadlocks have most of the women around here drooling and lusting after him. On the rare occasion that you get a smile from King, it’s breathtaking. I’ve just never seen him as more than my big brother.

“Um, Eva and I wanted something quick,” Misty says nervously.

I wrinkle my brows as King’s head shoots up in my direction. Misty is usually anything but nervous around King or anyone else. She’s known for her sassy and feisty personality.

King looks back at the table as he takes a step away from Misty. “You little shits were in my cabinet.” The smile on his lips tells me he could care less. He reaches for one of the candy bars Misty stole and opens it.

“Hey, that was mine,” Misty pouts.

“No, it was mine and you stole it,” he grunts around a mouthful of candy.

“I was going to have Spider replace it,” she grumbles.

King laughs, but he’s distracted by his ringing phone. He frowns down at it and his face darkens. “I gotta handle this. Eat some real food, Misty,” he commands before he turns to leave.

I sit and pour milk over my cereal. “What’s that about?” I ask.

King is just as protective of Misty as he is of Sal and me. However, there was something different in that last command he gave. Something a little possessive, I guess you could say.

“What?” she asks around a spoonful of ice cream.

“Why is he up your butt?” I ask with a lift of my shoulders.

“I haven’t been feeling good since I arrived. I guess he’s checking up on me.” She shrugs back.

“Yeah, by the way. I’m so sorry I bailed on you,” I say, feeling like crap again for totally failing as a friend.

Misty gets that weird look on her face again. For the second time, I know she’s keeping something from me. I decide to pry this time.

“Hey, did like something happen? You know with you and that guy? His friend was a jerk, by the way,” I say as I watch her.

She started acting strange around the time I went out on that date. Honestly, now that I’m thinking about it, it may have been way before then. Misty had been acting out of character for a