“Think we should go after him and see if he’s okay?” Graham asks.
“Let him be for now.” Harper pats him on the arm. “If he’s not telling you guys he’s seeing someone, there must be a reason.”
“Hey!” we all answer, affronted, at the same time.
“Why wouldn’t he tell us?” Marcus asks.
“Yeah, I’m offended that he thinks he can’t tell us,” Bode says.
“It’s not like we’d give him shit about it,” I say.
Harper and Stevie exchange a look and laugh. “I can’t believe you all think that. You’re the biggest bunch of gossips. You love each other, but you would give him so much grief over a new girl.”
“We would not,” Noah states.
“I mean, we definitely would,” Graham argues.
“Whose side are you on?” Noah elbows him in the side.
“I’m just saying. I know us, and Jasper would take a lot of heat for this one,” Graham says.
“I’m with Harper and Stevie,” Chloe says. “My guess is it’s new and he doesn’t want you guys getting in his head.”
“We would be nothing but supportive,” Marcus says. “We always are.”
“I mean, after we gave him shit for not telling us,” Bode says. “After all the crap he’s given us over the years? He’d deserve it.”
“Want to dance?” I ask Chloe.
If Jasper wants to keep quiet on his love life, I’ll let him have it. Right now, all I care about is Chloe.
“Yes.”
Linking hands with her, I lead her onto the dance floor. I don’t know this song, but I don’t care. Holding the woman I love more than anything close, we sway to the music.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” I twirl a lock of soft hair around my finger.
“It’s been fun, but…”
“But what?” I step back, looking down into her eyes.
Bright blue eyes filled with need.
“I’m ready to get out of here.”
At this moment, it’s only the two of us in this ballroom. And I want to be anywhere but here.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
CHLOE
Tension brims and swirls on the longest elevator ride known to humankind. Dax stands on one side of the small car, hands in his pockets, while I wait on the other.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dax look as sexy as when he’s wearing a tux. And all I want to do is rip it off of him.
“Is your tux rented?”
