“I used to have a bowl cut,” Corey said, and they exchanged a kiss.
“Drink up, baby.” Brand nudged Julia.
“To bowl cuts!” she toasted and downed the rest of her drink.
Sabrina looked over at Jayson, smiling brightly, and a strange ache filled him. For more of this, more of her. More of what they could have together.
“I like your friends,” she said.
“I’m glad.”
They continued looking at each other, gazes glued together, while Julia read the next card. Hell, Jayson couldn’t look away for a million dollars. Everything he’d always wanted was right there in her golden-brown eyes, staring back at him.
“Who is most likely to wake up in a foreign prison cell?” She snorted. “I’d say any one of these guys. There’s a reason they’re called the Motley Crew.”
“Accurate,” Brand said, and the men all took a drink.
“I want to pick!” Ellie reached for a card. “Who is most likely to marry someone they just met?”
Jayson felt the love between significant others at the table rise another notch. In the past year, his friends had been falling left and right. And when they knew, they didn’t hesitate. Brand proposed to Julia right away. Wes and Ellie renewed their vows. Chaz married Lottie in record time. And, most recently, Corey and Sera tied the knot in a winter wonderland ceremony. He couldn’t blame them, and while he’d thought them impulsive at the time, he was beginning to understand better.
Because when you know, you know.
His and Sabrina’s fingers lightly caressed beneath the table, moving and stroking. Weaving in and out. He flipped her hand over and circled his thumb in her palm. Eyes locked, they both picked up their glass and drank along with everyone else.
Well, except for Lex. He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t believe in love at first sight.”
“That’s because you haven’t seen her yet, Lex,” Wes said, still staring intently at his wife.
The pilot snorted. “Who’s next?” he asked, changing the subject.
“You pick,” Sabrina urged Jayson, and he reached over for a card.
He quickly scanned the question, but hesitated.Who is most likely to fake their own death?
The clear answer—the man who actually did it—was currently MIA, maybe even gone for good. The last thing Jayson wanted to do was bring up Xander Hawke, reminding everyone about their lost friend and putting a damper on the festive atmosphere. Even though Hawke was a moody, broody, pain in the ass, he was part of the Motley Crew. And they missed their brother.
Replacing the card, he chose another. “That was a little X-rated for our current company.” Everyone waited as he read, “Who is most likely to be the first on the dance floor?”
An old-school rap song began to play and Sabrina stood up. “That would be me,” she declared. Then she downed the rest of her drink and pulled Jayson up. “C’mon, Master Jay. Show me your moves.”
A laugh burst from his throat. “It’s Jam Master Jay. He was the DJ for Run-DMC—”
She pressed a finger against his lips, silencing him. “Just put your hands on me,” she invited in a low, throaty voice.
Hot desire pulsed through him as he shut up and followed her toward the dance floor, his friends’ voices carrying over as they continued the game.
“Who is most likely to eat something off the ground?” Wes asked.
They all yelled, “Chaz!”
“Bite me,” he responded flatly.
Chapter fourteen
Spending the evening with Jayson’s friends and their significant others had been so much fun. One of the best nights she’d ever had. Leaving the game for the dance floor turned out to be a good decision. Sabrina had never enjoyed herself so much. Or laughed so hard.
Jayson pulled out his best gangster moves and they’d danced the night away. It wasn’t long before the others joined them. The festive mood, along with plenty of whiskey, made spirits bright and very uninhibited. Exchanging kisses with Jayson while jamming to his favorite old-school songs, surrounded by the other couples—people she was quickly coming to consider friends, and whose company she truly enjoyed—made her want to never leave.
