When the girls were at the bar and the danger of fucking up my whole life had passed.
I could go outside.
Tour the grounds.
Keep my damn hands to myself.
I finished helping Croft set up the liquor and snacks, then when I saw headlights out front, I went ahead and did a nice, slow, thorough inspection of the fence.
Then another.
And another.
But on the fourth round, I became painfully aware of Rune up in the glass room, likely watching me, wondering why the fuck I was avoiding going inside.
I steeled myself for seeing her before making my way inside.
Where the first thing I heard was her sweet, twinkling laugh drifting over toward me even over the music.
She was sitting on the bar with Layna on one side and Kit on the other.
She was in another of those damn rompers that had no right to be as sexy as it was.
This one was in a sage green with shorts and an enticingly deep V between her breasts.
My cock twitched, remembering my face buried in exactly that spot, breathing her in, feeling her shake with need beneath me, hearing herbegme to taste her.
As if hearing my thoughts, her head turned, and those blue eyes pinned me.
There was fucking impact in the look.
I went back a half a step.
She was every bit as gorgeous as I remembered.
Her cheeks were flushed red from the half-empty margarita in her hand.
“Perish!” Layna greeted me, her smile suspiciously wide.
Did she know?
Had Gracie told her?
My spine tensed.
“Come say hi!” she said, sounding drunker than she should already. But Croft was right. The girls knew how to party whenthey wanted to. She was probably on her third marg. And that tequila, that shit just hit differently.
“Hi,” I said, taking two steps forward.
But that wasn’t good enough.
“To our faces, dummy,” Layna demanded.
I sucked in a deep breath that I planned to hold so I didn’t have to breathe in Gracie as I moved closer.
“Happy?” I asked.
“Delighted,” Layna said. “Say hi, Gracie.”
