Her posture.
Her expression.
The way she looked between us.
She wasn’t all in with Jesse.
I’d seen it before.With Mason and Adley.Cole and Calla.Ender and Clove.Hell, even my parents.
You could see it from across the room—that pull, connection, and thatsomethingbetween them.
Ever and Jesse?Didn’t have it.
He looked at her like he wanted her.That much was obvious and I couldn’t blame him.
She was fucking beautiful.
But she didn’t look at him the same way, though.Not at all.
“Party should be something,” Jesse said.“Ever is looking forward to it.”
My jaw tightened just enough that I felt it.
I didn’t like that Jesse was going to be at the clubhouse.In my space, but I didn’t say anything.“Yeah,” I said instead.“Should be a good time.”
“Looking forward to it,” he said.
I held his gaze for a second.He looked away before I did.
Ever stepped closer to me just slightly.
Not enough to make a statement.
But enough that I noticed.
“Everything ready for the party?”she asked.
“Yeah,” Oliver said before I could answer.“Just finished up.”
She nodded and looked at me again.
There was something there.
Something she wasn’t saying.
Something she probably didn’t even realize she was showing.
Jesse swung his leg back over his bike, settling in like he was ready to go.“Ready?”he asked her.
She hesitated just a second, but I saw it.Then she nodded.“Yeah.Later, guys.”
I stepped back toward my bike with a nod to her and grabbed the handlebars, not taking my eyes off them.
Off her.
Jesse kicked the bike to life, and the engine rumbled under him.Ever climbed on behind him and her hands settled at his sides.
Jesse glanced over at me one more time.“See you tomorrow,” he said.
