I grinned but shrugged. “I don’t know. That sounds pretty sweet to me, Confessor.”
“Jesus, don’t you start,” JD said with a roll of his eyes.
I turned to watch Rowan again. She was still playing pool and she potted another ball and laughed with her friend before picking up her bottle of beer and taking a long swig of it. Her gaze went my way as she did and our eyes connected for several long seconds, her stare never looking away. Almost like she was daring me to look away first.
That wasn’t going to happen.
The tension in the air was palpable, and eventually she rolled her eyes and looked away, and I felt a flare of pride.
Round one to me…on a game I hadn’t known I was going to play.
Something inside my chest loosened. A lock twitching. A hatch creaking open.
Fuck, this woman wasn’t going to be just trouble, she was going to be the death of me. I could already feel it in my bones.
