“Logan,” I reply roughly.
“What brings you here tonight, Logan? Round two?”
“Kai!” Salena snaps, irritation flashing in her eyes.
Kai leans on the bar, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “What?”
Salena rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath I don’t catch. She sends me a quick glance before turning and moving further down the bar. My eyes follow her as she goes, for some reason unable to pull my gaze away just yet. I’m drawn to her, and I don’t understand why.
Kai is still watching me, but now it is with curiosity. I stare back. I’ve never been a big talker. I find if I remain quiet, it makes people uncomfortable, and they’ll usually leave me alone. It’s how I like it.
“So, what’s your poison?” Kai reaches over the bar and pours himself a beer. I raise an eyebrow at him, and he winks. “Perks. Salena owns the bar.”
I give a curt nod. “I only came here to thank whoever helped me last night and apologize.”
“Stay for a drink,” Kai says.
Hesitating, I look around, noticing a few stares directed our way, and frown. “Sure.”
“What are you having?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
Chapter Three
Salena
Donotlook,donot look.
I glance over my shoulder at Logan and Kai and gulp around the knot forming in my throat.
What’s he doing back here?
My emotions are all over the place. I’m finding it hard to concentrate on the task at hand with him so close. Every inch of that man is magnificent.
I am enamored.
I am also screwed.
All I can think about is his intoxicating scent, and the way my heart beats faster, my breath catching at his proximity. It’s as if I’m pulled to him by an invisible thread. I don’t know where these feelings are coming from.
Logan’s frowning at my brother, and I can’t blame him. Kai can be absolutely infuriating, but he always means well. I know he thinks he’s watching out for me, but I don’t need looking after. I also know he can smell my scent on Logan, and I know he has the wrong idea. He thinks we slept together last night.
I watch as Logan runs a hand through his thick ebony hair. His pale blue eyes hold so much pain it tugs at my chest. His eyes are the kind of blue that’s unusual—not the warm sunny day sky blue, but more like a winter sky when a snowstorm is coming.
A throat clears, and my gaze snaps back to the customer patiently waiting for his drinks.
“Sorry. Here you go.” I place the drinks on the bar, and he hands over some cash, his eyes glued to my cleavage the entire time.
Logan’s never looked at my cleavage. His eyes have stayed on my face. I don’t know why I like that so much, but I do. I smile to myself, and go about serving other customers. Though I do my best to ignore Logan, my gaze just keeps drifting back to him. A few times our eyes meet, and I feel like I’m free falling, my stomach twisting with anticipation. Kai catches our exchange, and he’s been trying to meet my eye for the last hour.
A commotion by the door draws my attention as Reaper walks in, followed by his entourage.
Just great.
I silently hope they won’t come in and disrupt the peaceful atmosphere tonight. I may be the alpha of the local pack in Boulder, but Reaper is the alpha of the Denver pack. His pack is larger than mine, and their savage energy makes it feel wild and untamed.
I let him come here once a month to keep the peace. He and I have a deal of sorts. My brothers Kai and Felix hate the shifter, but sometimes you have to make a deal with the devil to keep the peace.
