Chapter 10
The look on her face was priceless.
Shock, curiosity, a little outrage.
The outrage told me she was more interesting than I'd given her credit for. Feisty. Maybe this wouldn't be as easy as I'd assumed.
Which thrilled me.
A slight nag in my gut at what I knew I was doing, creating a puzzle for myself. A game. A way to make my adrenaline surge in a way the drugs and fame used to until I didn't get joy from them anymore.
Carlisle was hesitant, Bella stood like a deer in headlights waiting for someone to say something. "Paul used to ride with us." I shrugged. "But I'm sure she's fine hanging out with the crew's toys."
A sharp inhale of breath from her, a look of indignation on her pretty little face. So she didn't want to be lumped in with the girls riding with her, but didn't appreciate my term for them either.
I smiled at Carlisle, innocent. Trust-worthy. Turned back to the girl in my lap and pretended to listen to what she was saying.
I assumed he was warring with himself, thinking how it made sense but also how protective it would make him. The girl put her hand on my knee, and I leaned in to whisper something in her ear.
"I don't know," he answered slowly, and I made no move to take back my suggestion or ease his reluctance.
Because I knew I was going to win.
I was going to get Bella on that bus.