I squared my shoulders and very casually walked into the living room. "Hey, would you mind picking up a book for me?" I handed Thomas a slip of paper.
I wasn't casual enough. Thomas raised an eyebrow and looked at me, then the paper. "'Brock's Ordered Books'? Why can't you?"
Dammit. I had to work on my manipulation skills. "I'm…not exactly…welcome there."
"You burned it down, didn't you?"
"No!" Seeing his expression, I jabbed a finger at him. "Believe it or not, I did not burn it down."
"Mm-hm," he said, pocketing the paper. "You'll excuse me if I don't."