As if no one wanted her.
As if no one could ever love someone like her.
They’d looked like they’d been in a very intimate position just now. A rather scary one.
Well, scary and hot.
“Umm,” she said as Jared turned to face her, raising an eyebrow challengingly.
“Do what North says, baby,” he told her in a low, dark voice. He sounded aroused.
Well, she guessed he would be turned on after what he and North were just doing. At least she thought it was sexy, rather than him actually wanting to strangle the other man.
Not that she’d blame Jared if he wanted to do that.
She’d dreamed of strangling North a time or two herself.
Ahh, good dreams.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to spend some time with us,” North added.
Jared moved toward her, holding out his hand. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But we would like to spend some time with you.”
Jeez. How could she refuse?
Walking forward, she slipped her hand into Jared’s. It was warm and callused. Far larger than her tiny hand.
She sucked in a breath as he led her to the sofa where someone had laid out blankets. There was also food and drinks.
North took an armchair next to the sofa and Jared shot him a look that she couldn’t quite decipher. Did he want North next to him? There was plenty of room on the large sofa, but maybe North didn’t want to sit next to her.
“I can sit on the armchair if you two want to sit together,” she offered, trying to pull her hand from Jared’s.
“No,” Jared said, positioning her in the middle of the sofa. “This is where you sit. North should sit on your other side.”
“North should sit where he wants to sit,” Angie countered, turning to glare at Jared.
He gave her that look again. The one that she thought was part-amused, part-stern.
And all hot.
Really?
Suddenly, North moved to sit next to her. Although he didn’t get under the blanket like she and Jared did.
Turning his head, he stared down his nose at her. “I can fight my own fights.”
She threw up her hands in exasperation. “Sorry for trying to be nice.”
“Don’t be.”
“What? Sorry or nice?” she asked him.
He shot her a look. “Either.”
Jared reached forward and picked up a pizza box, opening it. Her mouth watered at the smell.
Yum.
