Just like the first bloke, he got within a few feet of me and then stopped. He blinked rapidly before twisting and walking away.
The realisation of what was happening slammed into me.
Sonofabitch.
There was a compulsion net stopping men from approaching me, and I didn’t need three guesses as to who’d put it there.
Evan was here.
My nostrils flared as I counted backwards from ten. The first attempt did nothing, and nor did the second.
I was still pissed off.
I’d thought Evan and I had an understanding. That he wouldn’t interfere in my life and I’d leave him alone too.
So what the fuck was he playing at?
“Evan,” I snarled. “Where are you?”
The crowd continued to dance around me, the music thumping in my ears. My hands curled into fists and I ground my teeth together.
“Evan fucking McCarthy, if you don’t show yourself, I swear to fucking god…”
And then he was there, towering over everyone as the crowd parted for him like water. He was dressed to disappear into the shadows in a black T-shirt and jeans.
I didn’t notice how the denim clung to the thick muscles of his thighs. I didn’t pay attention to the deep vee of his shirt, like a suggestion that I should bury my face there.
I didn’t. Okay?
His dark eyes were murderous as he drew near. “Reid? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay.” I stepped right into his personalspace, trembling with anger. That’s all it was. It wasn’t the spice of his scent or how he seemed to take up all the air around me just by standing there. “What the fuck are you playing at?”
Evan rubbed at the back of his neck. “Um, nothing?”
“Don’t lie,” I snapped. “I thought I made it perfectly clear last time how I feel about you interfering with my hookups.”
His eyes bugged wide. “Reid, I swear, I didn’t do anything.”
“Oh, so you’re a liar as well as a stalker?”
“I’m not lying to you.”
My eyes narrowed. “But you are stalking me.”
Was he blushing? Or was it just the club lighting? “Listen, I’m trying, okay? But my wolf is a dick and can’t stand the idea of you being in a place like this and us not being close by.”
As he talked, he dropped his mouth nearer to my ear. I knew it was just so I could hear him, but apparently my cock didn’t get the message. Having him this close…it was a mockery of everything my body wanted but my heart didn’t.
My breath was coming faster now, in time with my pulse, which was also racing.Because I’m angry.
Sure. That was why.
“That doesn’t give you the right to scare off men I want to dance with.”
“I’m not!” Evan pulled back so I could see his face. His far too fucking handsome face, that right now was pleading with me. “I swear, Reid. You can dance with whoever you like. I won’t stop it.”
A wave of recklessness washed over me. Blame the cocktails I’d drunk with Logan earlier. Or maybe thefrustration and confusion that had been riding me ever since Evan strolled back into my life.
