"This doesn't mean I trust you. It just means we have the same enemy." To Carol Perkins from Eddie Munson
❝ That's cute. ❞
The words dripped with sarcasm.
❝ You think having the same enemy suddenly puts us on the same side? ❞
A humorless laugh escaped her as she pushed herself away from the locker she'd been leaning against.
❝ Let me guess. ❞ She tilted her head. ❝ Jason Carver finally annoyed you so much that you've decided the rest of us should care? ❞
Her blue eyes narrowed.
❝ Or is it Tommy? Because trust me, if you're looking for volunteers to throw him off a cliff, you'll have a line forming around the school. ❞
The jab landed with more honesty than she intended. Carol folded her arms tighter across her chest.
❝ And before you start getting any ideas, this doesn't mean I like you. ❞
Her gaze flickered over him.
The denim vest. The chains. The permanently amused expression that made her want to roll her eyes.
❝ It doesn't even mean I tolerate you. ❞
Because if she truly couldn't stand him, she wouldn't keep ending up in conversations like this.
❝ It means that for once in your life, Munson, you accidentally stumbled into being right about something. ❞
Her lips curved into a sharp smile.
❝ Don't let it go to your head. I'd hate to watch that ego get any bigger. ❞
A beat passed. Then she stepped closer. Not enough to be friendly. Just enough to make the challenge obvious.
❝ So tell me. Who's the enemy? ❞
Her eyes locked onto his.
❝ And why should I care? ❞
