I took it eagerly, grinningat him. This wedding was starting to seem like fun.
SIXTEEN
LOGAN
Ashley was glowing.
Making friends with Quinnand Miles, alternating between loud bursts of laughter and conspiratorialwhispers.
He was beautiful, and Icould barely take my eyes off him. Even Kimmy had looked him up and downapprovingly.
“You ever get the feelingthey’re talking about us?” Gray asked as he sat down beside me, also watchingthe show.
Miles and Quinn were familynow, little brothers I’d protect with my life, and Ashley…
Ashley fit right in.
That didn’t mean anything.It couldn’taffordto mean anything, and anyway, it wasn’t like…
One blowjob did not arelationship make. I just… liked Ashley, and wanted to see him happy. It wasnice to see him making friends.
I got the feeling he’d need as manyas he could get once he moved home. Without having to think about it, I alreadyknew I was planning on keeping in touch.
Was that weird? Maybe it wasweird, but this was the thing, wasn’t it? When you were protecting someone whowas genuinely in danger, you got attached.
“They are,” I saidbelatedly, accepting the half-glass of champagne he offered me. I was driving,so I couldn’t afford to be drunk, but a few mouthfuls wouldn’t hurt. “They’redefinitelytalking aboutus. I saw them holding their hands apart before like they were sharing biggestfish stories, only… too small for big fish.”
Gray snorted. “Mine’s bigger,”he said.
“Not according to Ashley,” Igrinned, remembering the way they’d all burst into laughter afterward. He’dbeen exaggerating, but I was taking that as a compliment.
A low whistle drew my attentionback to Gray.
“Heispretty, by theway,”he said. “In case you were wondering.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know ifI care that he’s pretty. I like his eyes, I guess. And umm…”
“Umm?” Gray prodded.
“His mouth,” I mumbled intomy glass, taking another sip and feeling the bubbles go straight to my head. Wewouldn’t be leaving for another couple of hours at least, plenty of time torecover.
Gray laughed. “I could seethat.”
Fox appeared in front of us,grabbing a chair from a different table and straddling it, crossing his armsover the back. “Are we forming our own knitting circle to compete with theBoyfriend Club over there? Hello, Logan,” he added, winking at me.
Since it was the third timehe’ddone it today, I only felt a tiny prickle of heat creep up the back of my neck.
“Leave him alone,” Graysaid.
Fox grinned. He wasn’t done with me.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Isaid, desperate to change the subject.
Both FoxandGraylooked at me.
“He’s not,” I insisted.
“Whatever you say,” Graysipped his champagne. “Could do worse.”
