Allie offers an exaggerated sigh. “Nothing.”
The annoyance in her voice makes me fight a grin, but when Astrid’s gaze zeroes in on me, my hackles immediately go up.
“Then how about we talk about the hottie who showed up at the gym the other day and clearly had something going on with Bishop?”
Shit.
She’s clearly deflecting attention away from herself by throwing me under the bus.
I glare at her as everyone else zeroes in on me with intense focus.
Allie squeezes my arm. “Who?”
Kennedy drums her nails on her mug. “Spill.”
Jack nods her agreement. “Yeah, spill.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, then clear it and try to appear unaffected as I offer a half-grin. “He’s nobody.”
Astrid chuckles. “Bullshit. I saw the way that man looked at you.”
“Really?” I do my best to sound confused when I damn well know exactly how he looked at me. “How did he look at me?”
She grins ear to ear as I take a sip of my tea. “Like he wanted to eat you up.”
I practically choke on the hot liquid in my mouth and cough but manage to swallow it before I shake my head. “That isn’t happening.”
Then again, I never thought I’d let him shove his hand down my pants in the middle of a public park, either.
Jack shakes her head. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easily. Tell us about this guy.”
Allie nods, and Kennedy drums her long nails on the top of the table.
“Don’t make me use interrogation techniques on you.” She motions toward Jack with a red-tipped nail. “Between what she knows when it comes to torture and what I can do, we’ll get it out of you.”
They aren’t joking.
Unfortunately.
When it comes to getting information from someone that they want kept secret, both Kennedy and Jack are experts.
I release a little sigh and lean back in my chair, running my hand across my face. “He’s just this guy who showed up at the club one night. He helped when a dirtbag grabbed one of the dancers, and I may have misread the situation and put him in a kimura on the ground.”
Kennedy snort-laughs and presses a hand over her mouth, but Jack, Astrid, and Allie don’t bother to conceal their humor at my expense.
Allie barely manages to control her laughter long enough to suck in a breath. “And how did he respond to that?”
My cheeks heat because I could feel his response against my thigh as I straddled him on the Hawkeye Club floor after he turned over under me. “Surprisingly positively.”
Astrid nods. “Apparently, because he showed up at the gym like, a few days later.”
Jack’s brow furrows. “Looking for her?”
Looking for trouble.
Astrid shrugs. “He said he wanted to come spar with Atlas, but the way he looked at Bishop when she walked in, I’m pretty sure he was hoping she’d show up.”
“That wasn’t why he was there.”
