And every time he finds me watching him, the corner of his mouth lifts.
Mine.
Mac nudges my arm lightly with her elbow, following my gaze across the room.
“Well,” she says, lifting her champagne glass thoughtfully as she studies the roulette table, “how long do you think it’ll take before someone tries to throw themselves at your husband?”
I laugh softly into my drink.
“That depends,” I reply. “Are we counting the ones who are already trying?”
Mac snorts under her breath.
“Fair point.”
Her eyes shift from Trey to the rest of the guys.
Sam is beside him, broad and solid like a wall, his shaved head gleaming slightly under the overhead lights. He has strong shoulders, a powerful build, the quiet kind of presence that makes people instinctively step aside when he moves.
Logan leans against the edge of the table opposite them, his inky black hair falling loosely across his forehead, his bright blue eyes scanning the room in quick, sharp glances that miss absolutely nothing.
Even here, in a room full of expensive suits and polished strangers, the three of them stand out.
Mac sighs dramatically beside me.
“Honestly, it’s almost unfair.”
I glance at her. “What is?”
She gestures lazily toward the table.
“All of that.”
I follow her hand.
Trey throws his head back in laughter at something Sam says, the sound carries between lulls in the beat of the music, carrying to us, my chest tightens with quiet affection.
“He’s ridiculous,” Mac continues. “He’s always been a little wild—and an annoying little shit at times—but he’s also ridiculously good looking. It shouldn’t be possible. For a man tolook like he does and have a personality…a lethal combination. Trey’s always been guarded. Never lets anyone get close.”
She glances at me, something softer threading through her expression.
“But you, Sera…he looks at you like you’re his salvation. It goes both ways, right?”
My cheeks warm slightly, and I duck my head.
“He doesn’t look at anyone the way he looks at you. Well, sometimes Logan and my brother once or twice…”
Mac grins wickedly.
“I’m really glad you guys found one another, Sera.”
“Me too”
Her gaze flicks back toward them just as one of the elegantly dressed women finally gathers the courage to step closer to Trey, her hand brushing lightly along his arm as she leans in to say something.
Mac’s eyebrows rise.
“And there it is,” she murmurs. “Three minutes. I win.”
