But another skinny fake-boobed fan is leaning into him for a photo, giggling at something he said.
McMurray chuckles beside me.
“Tell you what,” he says, lowering his voice.“Why don’t you and I find a quiet corner somewhere?Might make him jealous.”
I turn slowly.
“Did you seriously just say that?”
He shrugs.
“Just offering.”
“Here’s my counteroffer,” I say sweetly.
He looks intrigued.Leans closer.
“Why don’t you fuck right off and leave me alone?”
The smile drops from his face.
“Careful,” he mutters.
I roll my eyes and look past him—and I freeze.
Because Noah is striding straight toward us.
Not walking.
Striding.
His shoulders squared, eyes locked on mine like he spotted the problem from across the room and decided to deal with it personally.
The crowd parts around him.
And for the first time tonight, I realize something very clearly.
Jealousy doesn’t belong in a real relationship.
And whatever this thing is between Noah and me?
It’s real.
McMurray notices Noah approaching and scoffs.
“Looks like your man’s coming to collect you.”
I smile faintly.
“Good.”
Because the truth is, the moment Noah reaches me and slides an arm around my waist like he belongs there—I’m not going anywhere.
“This rabble bugging you, love?”he growls, glaring down at McMurray.
The man immediately takes a step back, hands raised like he suddenly remembers Noah Walker is built like a wrecking ball.
“Nah,” I say breezily.“He just wanted to borrow a tampon.”
