“Yeah?”
“She’s right about the hat. It works for you.”
And my dick was hard as steel again.
“Bring your dancing shoes, boys! We’re going to have some fun tonight,” she called out.
Fuck me. It was going to be a long night.
To say that line dancing with Lily was a shitshow would be the understatement of the year.
She’d decided to get completely wasted, and I was definitely the one babysitting her.
Unfortunately, my eyes were on another woman, one who had every single dude’s attention in the bar.
Wren was on the dance floor with Jonah and Coby, who were both several beers deep and having way too much fun. They were quite possibly the two most uncoordinated dudes I’d ever met.
She’d already found them women to dance with as well, and she’d dragged Henley, Lulu, and Emilia out on the dance floor with her. She was leading the entire group at line dancing like a pro, and I could swear I’d never seen a more beautiful woman.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the short denim skirt that she’d paired with her staple white tank top and a pair of red cowboy boots with fringe on the sides.
Wren’s guilty pleasure had always been cowboy boots, and she wore them well.
“Damn, dude. You might want to tone down the way you’re staring at Wren,” Rafe said against my ear. “Your date will be back from the bathroom shortly.”
“I’m not staring at anyone. It’s a dance floor. I’m watching the steps.” I smirked.
He laughed. “Sure you are.”
“And Lily is not my date. I agreed to come as friends.”
“Well, if you and your bestie keep eye fucking one another from the dance floor, other women might think you’re all about a friends-with-benefits situation,” he said.
“There’s nothing going on there,” I griped. They’d all been giving me shit for the last two weeks, and I was over it.
“I believe you, buddy.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it to.”
Going there again would not be wise.
She’s leaving.
She’s leaving.
She’s leaving.
She was figuring out her plan, and there was no doubt she’d be gone.
That was the thing with Wren—she didn’t need me anymore. Our time apart had allowed us to figure out our own shit. We’d always relied too much on one another.
So she could up and leave tomorrow without a word, and I’d be left to pick up the pieces again.
No fucking thank you.
And I had bigger issues at the moment. Lily wobbled toward me before gripping my shirt hard and nearly tearing my cotton T-shirt. In her defense, I was fairly certain she was trying to hold herself up, not rip my clothes off. “Shall we go home, Chaxel?”
“That’s a new one,” Bridger said as he suddenly appeared beside me.
“I’m happy to walk you home,” I said, then grabbed my hat off the table and dropped it on my head, since everyone seemed to be ready to go all at the same time.
