Page 70 of Protecting Lainey


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The country band began a new set. Something upbeat and one of those songs you could line-dance to. Finn had turned to concentrate on his beer but could see the dance floor reflecting in the mirror behind the bar.

It was crowded.

Beside him, Dex let out a slow whistle. “Oh, my…”

Finn’s head snapped around. “What?” Was there some sort of danger? Did Lainey need help?

Dex shook his head, his eyes glued to the dance floor. “Man, I think I need to learn how to line-dance.”

What the hell was he talking about?

Dex was sitting next to Caleb and Linc, and they were all leaning forward, eyes glued to the dance floor.

He didn’t want to look. God help him, he really didn’t.

But he did.

The women had taken over the dance floor. Lainey, Autumn, Joy, Felicia, Mia, and the others in the group were all moving in sync, hips swaying, arms up, laughing, spinning, and shaking their booties.

But he only had eyes for one of them.

Lainey.

She was smiling wide, her hair loose and bouncing as she moved. Confident. Happy. Beautiful.

And absolutely not looking at him.

He took a slow drink of his beer, trying to keep his expression neutral.

He failed.

Finn didn’t have to look at Dex to know he was smirking at him like a damn fool.

“Hmmm,” Dex drawled. “I don’t know, Caleb, but it looks like someone here is trying too hard not to be affected by all the beautiful women dancing their hearts out. Especially”—he gave a little chin nod toward Lainey—“that one.”

“Fuck off, Dex,” Finn muttered. “I’m not affected. Because I’m not looking.”

Linc snorted. “Yeah, and I’m the damn Tooth Fairy.”

“Mind your own business, lawman.”

“Ohhh. I’m scared now,” Linc shot back, smirking.

Finn took another sip of beer and slammed the bottle down a little too hard. The guys didn’t flinch.

“Are we done?” he asked.

“Not even close,” said Caleb, grinning. “This is too much fun.”

Then Linc stood. “Well, if you pussies are just gonna sit here and sulk, I think I’ll join the ladies.”

Finn’s pulse raced.

If he touched Lainey, Linc would die a slow, painful death.

Finn spent a moment going over all the ways he could make him hurt. When he looked again in the mirror, he saw Dex and Caleb grinning at him.

Will and Colt were in the far corner, watching the women dance while also watching the game. Secure in the notion that no one was touching their women.