She laughed, hooking her arm through mine and looking over her shoulder at Brandon and Walsh. She’d been doing that a lot lately, sneaking glances at the two men.
I lowered my voice, leaning into her. “Which one do you like?”
Her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard. “Is it that obvious?”
I shrugged. “Just to me.”
She chewed her lip. “Walsh, but he’s Sawyer’s best friend and would never…”
I yanked her arm, pulling her closer to me. “You don’t know that.”
She nodded. “I do. He told me this summer when we kissed.”
Oh. Well, shit.
“Just one kiss? Or was there repeated kissing?” I questioned, raising one eyebrow.
She chuckled. “Just one, amazing, Earth-shattering kiss.”
A frown pulled at my lips. “I’m sorry.”
She gave a casual shrug, but I could see how much it bothered her. “I’m one of the guys, ya know. Girls like that don’t get dated. Anyway, enough about me, did you know that Werewolf City drinking age is eighteen?”
I smiled. “I did. My mom has a really funny story of getting hammered on her eighteenth birthday and my grandma making her sleep it off in the barn with the goats because she kept vomiting.”
Sage burst into peals of laughter, but before we could say any more, we’d reached the door. I slipped my hand into my purse, prepared to show ID, when the bouncer just winked at Sage and opened the door.
“Miss Hudson.” He nodded, and let us in.
Sometimes I forgot her dad was the alpha’s little brother—until someone said her last name.
The flashing lights and deep bass music filtered out to us as we crossed the threshold.
A young woman in her twenties with bright pink hair stood behind a hostess stand and handed us two free drink tickets. “It’s ladies’ night,” she told us with a wink.
Sweet.
I surveyed the club, taking it all in. Moonies was cute, not a huge place; it wasn’t sure whether it wanted to be a college bar or a high-tech dance club, but it had a special something, a vibe. The walls were all, surprise, glass, and the floors were stamped concrete, but the bar which took up the entire right side of the space was deep rich wood and had stacks of schoolbooks in shelves near the ceiling as decoration. I kind of dug it. I was scanning for two seats at the bar since the place was packed, when my gaze landed on two searing blue eyes.
Fuck.
“Sawyer’s here,” I mumbled to Sage. “Let’s go.” I yanked her arm.
“I can’t hear you!” she shouted over the loud music.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of his, he was just … watching me, drinking me in while a familiar blond hung on his arm, talking to her friends.
Darth Vader.
Oh my God, was this their date night? Of course he chose her first.
“Shit, Sawyer’s here with Meredith!” Sage screamed into my ear and I nodded.
Sawyer stood, shaking Meredith off of his arm as she continued to talk to her friends, and he just … stared at me.
“Who goes to a bar for a date?” I yelled in Sage’s ear.
She grinned. “Meredith. She’s a lush who loves attention. This is like her favorite place.”
