Emmett laughed, and while he couldn’t quite hear it across the room, he already knew exactly what that laugh sounded like: pure delight.
“Who is she?” he asked Remy with a nod toward the woman standing next to Emmett. They looked cozy. He liked seeing that smile on Emmett’s lips. There was something cheeky about it.
He glanced back at Remy when she didn’t answer, not expecting the affronted look she was giving him.
“What?”
“Are you serious?”
He shrugged. “Am I supposed to know her?”
He glanced back at the woman. He’d never seen her before, that much he was sure of. He would’ve remembered. He always remembered.
Talon and Maddox were heading their way, a six-pack of beer and a bowl of snacks between them. Talon raised the six-pack at Wilder in question, and he nodded, figuring at least the beer was safe from Mika’s tampering.
He returned his gaze to Remy, who was still glaring at him. He didn’t like the way her lips pressed into a thin line. What the hell was going on?
“Remy? Seriously? I don’t know her.”
“You really just fuck ‘em and forget ‘em, don’t you?” Remy snapped, the bite in her voice confusing him more than her words.
Before he could ask her what the hell she meant, Maddox and Talon reached them. Maddox was without his crutches, which meant Emma must’ve declared him fit to walk without them. He wasn’t dumb enough to go against Emma’s orders. None of them were. Not even the twins. Well… Ezra would do it for fun, but that was different. He still wasn’t sure what drove him, except that he seemed to be a bit of an adrenaline junkie when it came to making questionable decisions.
Maddox clamped a hand on Wilder’s shoulder with a wide grin. “Who did he fuck and forget?”
All color left Remy’s face, and her gaze flashed toward Emmett and the woman he was talking to for a split second before she looked at Wilder with wide eyes.
“Remy?” Maddox’s voice sounded odd, his gaze following Remy’s, his feet taking him a few steps in the same direction before his body stilled, unnervingly so. Talon sucked in a breath, then cursed and dropped the six-pack onto the nearest table.
Maddox whirled around, something deathly flashing through his eyes as he stared at Wilder in disbelief. The bowl of chips hit the floor.
“You fucked my sister?”
He’d never heard Maddox yell before. Not even when he’d been shot a few weeks ago. The shouted words had everyone in the room either freezing or jerking their heads around to see what the hell was going on. He wasn’t quite sure himself because there was no way he’d fucked a woman he’d never met before.
He braced himself when Maddox lunged at him, fully prepared to defend himself despite this clearly being one big misunderstanding. Maddox jerked back inches from Wilder, Talon’s big arms around Maddox’s chest, holding him back.
“Fuck,” Maddox yelled, anger coloring his face as lightning struck in his eyes. “How could you do that? You flip your shit about Solo, and then you go for my fucking sister?”
“I’d be real careful what you accuse me of,” Wilder said, fighting not to grit his teeth.
Maddox looked ready to wring his fucking neck.
He clenched his hands into fists, adrenaline pumping through his veins and making everything look sharper.
“Remy,”Talon snapped.
Remy flinched, eyes darting away. Her voice was low as she said, “She came out of his room.”
Before he could tell them all how fucking absurd that was, Maddox’s sister, the woman who’d been standing with Emmett, slipped between them, her front to Maddox and Talon.
“He didn’t touch me,” she snapped at Maddox.
“Why the fuck were you in his room?”
“I had no idea it was his.”
“Dove,” Maddox hissed.
