Colt helped me into a chair, and we laughed together when he missed his seat and ended up flat of his back on the floor. He stared up at the ceiling. “Maybe I’ll stay here. Pretty colors.”
I leaned my head back, and the ceiling whirled in a brilliant sheen of multi-colored lights from the Christmas tree.
My heart squeezed.
Rafe.
He’d done that for me.
He’d never admit it, but I knew.
The flush that spread through me had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with my inability to control my feelings for the three men.
A bell rang out, and Rafe’s voice rose over the din. “Good night.” He ended the party with those two words.
Colt brought his knees up and rolled them from side to side.
His head lolled with the same motion. “I need someone to scrape me off the floor.”
“I can help with that.” Rafe stood over his brother, his face pinched in a hard scowl. “Thought you promised not to drink too much.”
“I didn’t…” Colt held up his hand, then waved it back and forth in front of his face. “I mean, I promised, but I didn’t drink too much. Or maybe I didn’t mean to drink too much. I only had one.”
His hand fell onto his stomach with athwack, and he laughed at the sound. “Sorry, Rafe.”
Rafe grunted and hauled Colt up by the arm. “Come on. I’ll get you settled into a room.” He turned a pointed glare my way. “And you.”
“Hmm?” I hadn’t been paying much attention to his words.
I heard them, but I’d been so busy studying his ass when he bent over that it took a minute for what he’d said to register. “I’m fine.”
“You’re drunk, and you’re not leaving.” He bent toward me. “Half the guys are staying tonight.”
I managed to stop ogling him long enough to look around.
Sure enough, several members climbed the stairs and disappeared into the rooms above.
“Too dangerous to drive intoxicated.
Especially in the snow.” Rafe hauled Colt toward the stairs. “Bishop, you got the designated drivers lined up?”
“Yep.” Bishop stopped beside me and rested a hand on my shoulder.
One look at him and everything he’d said earlier was forgiven.
I rested my cheek on his knuckles, and he squeezed my shoulder in response.
That’s how things were between us.
We understood each other with looks, though sometimes, I still misread things.
Ash helped me up the stairs and into a cute room decorated with black roses.
I fell face first into the bed and dragged a pillow under my cheek.
Ash kissed my forehead. “See you in the morning.”
“Stay.” I grabbed for his hand, missed.
