“I’m doing this for you, Peaches. For the benefit of your parents and Tony. But say the word and I’ll tell them the truth.”
Her heart started to beat faster. She should tell him they were done. That this was over. But the words wouldn’t come out.
“Sky.”
Her head swung around to find Clara standing beside them.
Clara’s gaze flickered between them before returning to her. “Is everything okay?”
Becket’s arm tightened around her, his thumb slipping beneath the band of her jeans and swiping her skin.
The two words fell from her lips into the air. “We’re dating.”
* * *
Becket liftedhis beer to his mouth, his gaze returning to Sky for the fiftieth fucking time.
The women were working their way through their fifth jug of cocktail, and CJ didnothold back on the rum. He’d never thought of himself as a possessive guy, but right now, he wanted to march right over there, wrap his arm around her waist, and drag her out of the bar.
“Shit. You really are into her.”
Becket shifted his gaze from Sky to Holden. Teddy had gone up to the bar with Sky’s friend, and so far hadn’t worked his way back to them.
“You sound surprised,” Becket said.
Holden scoffed. “Uh, you made it sound like she was one argument away from murdering you in your sleep.”
Becket grinned. “She probably still is.”
“When did this happen?”
“At the ball.”
There was a beat of silence. “When you were dancing? I was waiting for one of you to throw a drink at the other.”
Becket laughed. He was also surprised that hadn’t happened.
Sky glanced over and sent him a tight smile that said, “stop staring at me, you creep,” before looking back at her friends.
He bit back another laugh before turning to Holden. “How’s the woodworking going?”
Holden had bought a place in the mountains with a shed big enough to function as a workshop for his woodworking business. And he was damn good at it. He could make everything from dressers to an entire new kitchen.
“It’s going well. Word’s getting around town about what I can do, so there’s been plenty of work.”
“Good. And you’re enjoying it here?”
“I am. It feels like home.” His gaze returned to something across the room.
Becket followed his gaze to Clara. The two had always stared at each other more than either probably realized. They liked each other. That much was obvious. But as far as Becket knew, neither had ever made a move. Because Jesse was Holden’s best friend?
Well, what was the point in dancing around the topic?
“Is there something going on with you and my sister?”
Holden’s gaze flew back to Becket. “What?”
“You’ve been watching her a lot lately.”
