Or so I was telling myself.
The moment he reached me, he winked.
“Hey, I’m Grey,” he offered me his hand.
Remember what I said about liquid courage? Yep. I was feeling it, and I was here for it.
Therefore, I placed my hand in his.
And at the feel of his skin on mine, a shiver raced through me of the very best variety.
This gorgeous man that God obviously broke the mold after he made him, was touching me.
Me.
The girl who sometimes feels broken.
The girl who sometimes feels abandoned.
And the girl who has so many issues is sitting here thinking all of that in front ofhim.
Pinch me.
“I’m Kimber,” I breathed.
Yep. Breathed it.
Kimber Diane Stevenson, don’t you dare make a fool of yourself in front of this man.
At his chuckle, I knew that I had failed.
But... maybe I didn’t.
Because he just let go of my hand and sat down on one of the stools beside me.
Beside me.
Oh, my goodness.
Was it hot in here?
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yep. Peachy.” I squeaked.
He grinned.
Those lips curving just right.
Oh. My.
Then he tilted his head to my glass, “What are you drinking?”
Before I could answer him, Wolf did.
“Jack Daniels. And Grey, what you have at your side is a woman whom I’d be making mine if I weren’t already thinking I was taken.”
I looked at Wolf and smiled.
