Slicer winces. “Don’t get mad, okay?”
I don’t give him an answer. I’ll get mad if I want to.
“I saw it on your driver’s license,” Slicer confesses.
“You went into my purse?” Outrage doesn’t begin to cover what I’m feeling.
Slicer brushes me off. “It’s not a big deal.”
“I think—” I start to argue, but he interrupts.
“You should come more often,” he encourages. He doesn’t try to hide his second perusal of my body. “You look amazing! Want to dance?”
“No, thanks,” I answer.
“Aw, come on. You’re so quiet and uptight all the time. You need to let your hair down,” he argues.
My hair is down…literally.
I shake my head, but Slicer isn’t taking no for an answer. He reaches for my arm, but I sidestep him forcefully, bumping into someone’s chest and almost falling.
Turning my head, I’m about to mouth my apology, but instead, my mouth just hangs open.
I recognize him. I know him.
His piercing blue eyes, his easy smile, his soft raven curls sprinkled with silver.
Rory.
CHAPTER 14
SAVANNAH
This is either a cosmic joke or a sign from the universe that I’m right where I’m supposed to be at this moment.
Rory pulls me into his chest while I remain undecided on the turn of events. He maneuvers me to switch places, becoming a barrier between Slicer and me. He smiles at me like he’s excited to see me.
He gives me his back and leans forward, presumably saying something to Slicer.
Blake signals me again and widens her eyes, bouncing her gaze between Rory and me. I pinch my lips to hide my giddy smile. I mouth his name to her, and her jaw drops in quiet surprise. She waves her hands at me in a shooing motion, indicating that she wants me to leave with Rory.
Rory turns back around, and I get a short glimpse of Slicer. His face is tight and turning red as he scowls at Rory, but Rory doesn’t pay him any attention.
My brows squish together as I look up into Rory’s face.
What is he doing here? Does he come here a lot? Does he usually go home alone?
Crap.
I’m so dumb. Of course, he doesn’t go home alone. I highly doubt he’s a virgin. Most people don’t have a serial killer for a father who shamed them into chastity.
But I don’t like the thought of him leaving with someone else.
I don’t like it one bit.
Rory snags my hand and leads me away. I use my free hand to keep my purse on my shoulder, making sure I don’t lose it.
I glance back to make sure Blake is okay, and she gives me a salute and a knowing wink.
