“That’s no better.”
I laughed at them.
“Declan, Foster, Walker, and Jackson are Dallas fans.”
I had no clue who any of these people were, but I fucking hated Dallas. My distaste must’ve shown, because Ewen lifted his hand, and said, “Okay. I can live with that.”
I high-fived him, then pointed at the shot glasses. “What’re those for?”
“Depends,”
“On?”
“If you’re a jealous man or an angry drunk.”
My brow pinched until I followed Ewen’s gaze to the dance floor. My face fell. My mouth watered. My cock hardened.
Fuck me.
Swallowing, I turned back to Ewen, snatched the whiskey bottle, and filled the three shot glasses.
I downed the first two, then growled, “Get your own,” when Ewen reached for the remaining glass.
His head fell back on his shoulders. His laughter boomed louder than the music, drawing more attention than I wanted pointed in our direction, including Aiden’s. Our eyes met and held without looking back at Ewen.
“And I don’t just mean your own glass in case you were wondering.”
“What did I miss?” Slone asked.
Before I could answer, Ewen did.
“His boy’s on the dance floor with Ollie,” Ewen whispered low enough only Slone and I could hear him.
And dressed to make me lose my mind.
Or catch a charge.
I wasn’t a jealous man, or even that possessive. At least I didn’t think I was. I’d never been before. But with the way Aiden looked, I could without a doubt say I was now. I contemplated tossing him over my shoulder and carrying his ass out of here before anyone else in this meat market got any ideas.
Ewen cleared his throat and whispered, “You might wanna be a little less obvious.”
“Huh?”
“Storm, lift your glass and toast the kid, then turn back around. Do it now.”
I sighed, doing as he said when I realized Aiden and I had an audience. Aiden smiled, but it was the fake one I’d watched him give the media when they asked stupid questions. Hisshoulders lifted in a shrug. He turned back to Ollie, who said something to Aiden before they moved deeper into the crowd on the dance floor.
“Thanks,” I whispered, meeting Ewen’s gaze.
“You’re welcome.”
I glanced back at the dance floor, then swore under my breath. “What was I fucking thinking? I don’t think there’s enough alcohol on the planet to get me through this night.”
“Ahh, you’ll live.”
“Thanks so much. Now I know why Slone called you an asshole.”
“And here I was gonna invite you to tag along when Slone and I headed to the office.”
