Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

He turns back to Ryen and smiles. “Hey. How are you
doing?”
I drop my eyes but only for a moment. Does she really not
know who I am?
I guess there would be plenty of people here who haven’t
heard of us. We’re not a big deal, and this is probably the only
thing going on in a fifty-mile radius, so why wouldn’t she be
here, if only because there’s nothing else to do?
Maybe she has no fucking clue she’s standing in front of
Misha Lare right now. The boy she’s been writing letters to
since she was eleven.
“What’s your name?” Dane asks her.
She turns back, her eyes flashing to me, clearly indicating
her guard is up now. Thanks to me.
“Ryen,” she answers. “You?”
“Dane.” And then he turns to me. “And this is—” But I
shoot out my hand, knocking him lightly in the stomach.
No. Not like this.
Ryen sees the exchange and pinches her eyebrows
together, probably wondering what my problem is.
“So you live in Falcon’s Well?” Dane continues, taking my
cue and changing the subject.
“Yeah.”
He nods, and they both stand there, falling silent.
“Okay, so…” Dane claps his hands together. “I heard you
say you needed to eat something Lady and the Tramp-style?”
Not waiting for her answer, he reaches over the bar and
digs in the garnish containers.
He holds up a lemon wedge, and Ryen winces. “A lemon?”
“I triple-dog dare you,” he challenges.
But she shakes her head.