Piper grabs her hand. “You come with us.” She pulls Charlotte out of the room, and Quinn and Vivian follow, but not before Vivian gives me a big smile.
Chase hands me a beer. “You better start talking.”
“Hey, guys, nice to see you, too,” I sarcastically say.
“Yep. Now spill it.” Jamison grins at me.
I wrack my brain, trying to think of where to begin. Noah jumps in. “Charlotte and Xander are at the same hospital.”
I nod.
“Do you remember her?” Chase asks.
I start to nod then shake my head. “I remember certain things but not everything.”
“That’s great, Xander!” Jamison exclaims.
Noah flashes me a knowing look, and I know he’s thinking about how I dream about Charlotte, but he doesn’t mention it.
“Do you remember other stuff now?” Chase asks, and I know that by other ‘stuff,’ he means about Billie.
“A little. Not all of it.”
“But enough?” Chase doesn’t have to say more. He wants to know if I’m done being obsessed with her.
“Yep.”
“Good. It’s about time,” Jamison mumbles.
I nod. “Any more questions?”
Noah pats me on the back. “No. But we’re glad you’re finding your way back, man.”
We get to the club,and Noah’s reserved a VIP room for us. I haven’t found out from Charlotte how badly the girls drilled her, but I can only guess it was worse than what I got.
Inside the VIP room, Piper is sitting next to Noah. Jamison and Quinn are looking pretty cozy, and Vivian and Chase are sitting next to each other. Chase keeps giving Vivian looks like he wants to get in her pants. She looks like she likes him but is trying to keep somewhatof a distance.
I wonder again what is going on with all four of them, but I’m not about to ask.
I’ve got my arm around Charlotte. Everything seems right. She’s laughing and looks so happy, and my heart soars at the sight of her smile.
We’ve had a few drinks, and I lean into her ear. “Ready to go dance?”
She smiles at me. “Yep.”
I pull her up with me. “We’re hitting the dance floor,” I announce. It doesn’t take long before everyone else is standing and following us.
When we get on the dance floor, Charlotte and I easily fall into a rhythm. It’s hot and sexy, and our bodies fit together perfectly. The shot girl comes over. I grab two for us, and we throw them back and continue dancing.
A guy comes up to Charlotte and tries to cut in.
I’m claiming you as mine tonight unless you have any objections, runs through my mind as I pull Charlotte into me, making it clear to him and anyone else she’s off-limits. Images of her gazing at me, but with pink lipstick, pop up. She’s wearing red tonight, and I stop dancing, Visions of her face with both pink and red lips flash so quickly in my mind I almost get dizzy.
“Xander, you okay?” she yells through the music, looking at me concerned.
I nod, but her face is still flashing. “Can we sit down a minute?”
“Sure.” She grabs my hand and leads me off the dance floor, through the club, and into the VIP room. By the time we get there, my flashbacks have left.
