Chapter 6: Our Encounter
"Remind me never to hang out with you again," Craig muttered, half-teasing, half-annoyed.
Keith chuckled, unbothered. His eyes scanned the room, already hunting. "Relax, it’s just girls. Try not to be so dramatic."
Before Craig could respond, the waitress approached. Her steps were shy, her voice even softer.
"She wants you to come over. She’s not leaving her friends."
Keith’s grin stretched. "Tell her to bring the whole crew. This table’s VIP."
She nodded and hurried off. Craig watched her go, but he was done with the suspense.
"Which one is it?" he asked, casual on the surface.
Keith nodded toward the redhead across the room, almost dazed. "That one. Fire."
Craig followed his gaze. Phoebe.
Not Merlina.
A quiet breath left him. He hadn’t realized he was holding it. The tension in his shoulders eased, but only for a second. He leaned back, hiding whatever that was behind the usual indifference.