Page 107 of Ravage

“It’s the best,” Reese interjected. “I get cheese.”

“You always get cheese.”

“Cause it’s good.”

“It’s really good,” I agreed, glancing back at the sofa to find that Cole still hadn’t moved. “Their wings are good, too.”

“We get those, too,” Sam replied proudly. “Dad says they’re for me, but he’s the one who always eats them.”

“Because you always stuff your face with pizza and don’t have room for them.”

That came from behind me. I turned back to the sofa, and Cole was still stretched out with his eyes closed and one arm tucked behind his head. I let out a sigh. “You’re awake?”

“Have been for a while.” He grinned. “Been resting my eyes.”

“So, you heard all that?”

“I did.”

“And you were just pretending to sleep.”

“You said I needed rest.”

“You didn’t even flinch when Reese started singing.”

“I was being serenaded.”

“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t singing to you.”

“I wasn’t,” Reese giggled.

“I enjoyed it just the same.”

He managed to sit up without a grimace. That was a big improvement from the past couple of days, but after hearing Blade’s warning about him needing to take it easy, I didn’t want him to push too hard. “Are you sure you’re up to going to Malone’s? I could always call for takeout.”

“I’m good.” He got to his feet. “I’m ready to get out for a bit.”

“Em’s coming too, right?” Sam asked, sounding concerned.

Cole looked over at me and smiled. “Yeah, she’s coming, too. That okay with you?”

“Yeah, as long as she doesn’t eat all my wings.”

“I won’t eat a single one,” I promised.

“But I will,” Cole admitted.

“You could order your own.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Can we go already?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go put on your shoes, and I’ll get my keys.”

Without a second’s hesitation, Reese and Sam darted out of the room. Cole walked over to the counter and grabbed his keys, immediately twirling them around his finger. I crossed my arms and fussed, “Cole.”

“You really gonna press this?”