Archenemies (Renegades, #2)(112)

She blinked. “Doing?”

“With Ruby. I’ve been trying to impress her all night but I can’t get a read on her. Do you think she’s having a good time?”

“Um … yes?” said Nova. “You both looked like you were having fun.”

“We did, didn’t we? I mean, I was. Having fun, I mean. While also feeling like at any moment I could throw up all over her shoes, which—I don’t want to do that. They’re nice shoes, you know?”

Nova didn’t know, but she smiled sympathetically anyway.

“Okay, let me ask you this. Renegade to Renegade. Bosom buddy to bosom buddy.”

“Are we—?”

“Don’t deny it.”

She bit her lip.

“To your knowledge, have the words ‘Wow, that Oscar is such a thoughtful and/or studly and/or impossibly irresistible guy’ ever passed Ruby’s lips?”

Nova smothered a laugh. “Uh … not those exact words, no.”

He brightened hopefully. “But similar words?”

“I don’t know, Oscar. She clearly likes spending time with you, and you’re so good to her brothers. I’m sure she thinks it’s really … sweet.”

His expression turned thoughtful. “Thoughtful sweet or studly sweet?”

“I’m not sure I know what ‘studly sweet’ is.”

“Yeah, me neither.” He glanced toward their table, then spun Nova once beneath his arm. She was surprised at how her body reacted to his lead, and it occurred to her that, despite all his antics, despite needing the cane for occasional support, Oscar actually did know how to dance.

“You’ve liked her for a long time, haven’t you?”

He smiled wistfully. “From the first moment I saw her at the Renegade trials. But there’s always been a part of me that thought … you know, she wouldn’t be interested in me like that.”

Nova frowned. She’d never, not once, heard Oscar say anything remotely self-conscious before. It was a little bewildering.

He caught her expression and lifted his chin. “Don’t worry, I’m over that now. You remember that barista I saved after the hospital heist? I mean, with Ruby’s help.”

“The ‘damsel’?”

“Yeah. I know you weren’t there but she was, like, really into me. And it made me think, you know what? I’m a total catch.”

Nova laughed as he pulled her close again. “I can find no fault in your logic.”

“Right. So. Give me some pointers. How did you and Adrian get out of the friend zone?”

Nova stared at him. Is that how people viewed her and Adrian? That they’d been friends, and now they were something more?

She wanted to believe it was due to her being such an amazing actress, but she knew that wasn’t the case at all. As much as she wanted to tell herself differently, there wasn’t much acting where Adrian was involved, and there hadn’t been for a long time.

She did like him. More than she should. More than she wanted to admit.

“You could tell her, you know.” She shrugged. “Just tell her that you like her as more than a friend and see what happens.”

He shot her a disgruntled look. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

“It’s a legitimate course of action.”

“I can’t just tell her. What if she laughs at me? What if it makes everything weird?”

“That’s the risk you take. Either you resign yourself to keeping things just the way they are, or you put yourself out there knowing that it could end in rejection.”

He shook his head. “Not helping. Seriously. How did Adrian win you over?”

This time, Nova did laugh. Win her over? Adrian hadn’t won her over.

But then her laugh cut off abruptly.

He hadn’t.

Had he?

She tried to think back to when her feelings toward him had started to shift. When he went from being another Renegade, the son of her sworn enemies, to something … more. It had happened slowly at first, but then … not so slow. The past months blurred together, and she’d witnessed his goodness, his kindness, his talent, his charm. All the little things that made him … him.

“I don’t know,” she finally confessed. “He asked me to go to the carnival with him. I mean, it was sort of a work thing, but also … sort of a date. I suppose.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve tried that. Asking her to go places with me. But she always assumes it’s for the Renegades, or we’re going with the whole group. She’s always like, ‘great, I’ll see if Danna wants to carpool.’” He huffed.

A nerve twitched in Nova’s brow at the mention of Danna, and she thought again of the butterfly trapped inside that mason jar.

“Adrian brought me sandwiches once,” she said. “When I was working late at headquarters.”

Oscar gave her an appraising look. “I like sandwiches.”

“Ruby probably does too.”

He spun Nova away from him again, and his expression seemed warmer when she spun back. “Who doesn’t like sandwiches?” he said, sounding borderline jovial.

Remembering all the tips that Honey had given her on flirting and the art of seduction, Nova added, “And you should try to find little ways to touch her. Subtle, but not too subtle.”