So much skin. Bare shoulders, bare abs, and when she turned all the way around, a very bare back. Her halter top tied in two places, at her neck and in the middle of her back, and that was it.
She couldn’t be wearing anything underneath it, and Owen’s brain flatlined.
He turned on his brother, standing behind him. Adam’s mouth was hanging open, and Owen thumped him hard in the chest. “Is this a set up?”
“Oh, fuck. No.” Adam snapped his mouth shut and turned, jerking his gaze away from the women. “Dude, I didn’t know they would be here.”
* * *
“Thirsty?”Kerry hollered in Jenna’s direction.
Her friend nodded, then mouthed the words,water bottle.
Kerry left her friends on the dance floor and wiggled her way through the crowd, heading in the general vicinity of the bar. She was too short to see clearly on the dance floor, but as she hit the edge of it, the density of the bodies gave way and she burst out of the crowd.
Owen stood right in front of her, his arms crossed and a weird look on his face.
She skidded to a stop, breathless and slightly confused. Her mouth opened and some small sound came out, maybeheyorhiorwhat?Whatever it was, it was too quiet for even her to hear herself. Her brain wasn’t really processing either words or the large, sexy man in front of her. Owen wasn’t alone, either. Behind him, trying very much to get in front of him, was Adam, who was shooting her a look that was trying to sayit’s all coolbut also a littlehe’s not comfortable here, help a dude out.
No kidding Owen was out of his element in a dance club. But he looked good, in a black t-shirt and faded jeans that hugged his solid thighs and tight hips.
Eyes off the hips. She looped her gaze back up to his face, and pointed to the bar. Adam led the way, Owen stepping to the side to let her sweep past him, and then he closed in behind her as they waited their turn to order. It was easier to talk here. Everything was still loud, but Owen’s body made a very good sound shield.
“I saw you out there,” he said in her ear. “Dancing.”
That gave her a thrill, the thought of Owen watching her dance. She twisted her head and glanced up at him. “Did you?”
From beside her, Adam chimed in. “I tried to push him out there, but he wasn’t having any of it.”
“We just got here,” Owen groused. “I’m getting my bearings.”
“Do you dance?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
“This is his first time ever coming here,” Adam offered helpfully. He was clearly enjoying this, and Kerry didn’t blame him. She was enjoying it, too, but on a whole different level. She tried to read Owen’s expression. Did Adam know they had almost kissed? How much did Owen share with his brothers?
The bartender swung past them, and they placed their orders. Adam wanted a Red Bull and vodka and a beer—one was for their brother Will, he explained—and Owen asked for a Coke. Kerry ordered two bottles of water, and tried to put money for them on the bar, but Adam waved her off as he handed over a credit card.
“It’s Will’s,” he said with a grin.
The music changed, sliding from Britney Spears to C+C Music Factory, and Kerry wiggled her hips. Owen stepped up to the bar, giving her a bit of room to dance as they waited for their drinks. She grinned at him. “What are the chances we show up here on the same night?”
He smiled back, but didn’t answer.
The drinks arrived, and Adam grabbed the two he’d ordered. “Pretty good chances, actually. This is the only nightclub within a hundred kilometres of here and we’re all hot-blooded—”
“I will pay you a hundred dollars to leave us alone,” Owen growled.
Adam winked at her—ohGod—and disappeared onto the dance floor, leaving them alone.
“So…” Kerry said, now breathless for a whole new reason. “You’re here with your brothers.”
Owen did something halfway between a shrug and a nod. “He won’t say anything.”
“Adam?” She glanced over her shoulder. He was long gone. “I’m not worried about someone seeing us together, if that’s what you mean.”
He visibly relaxed. “Right.”
