Max let out a loud laugh, and when I glanced up, he was grinning at me.
“What?”
“Firstly, I see you knew who I meant. And secondly, I think we can count on both Rys and Axel being there. Probably Falon too.”
My heart stuttered, pulse picking up at the thought of running into Rys again.
In a dark nightclub.
I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat.
“Mase?”
I jumped a mile, not having noticed Max walk around to stand in front of me. “Shit, Max, make some noise, would you?”
“You’d have noticed me if you weren’t so busy having dirty thoughts about my cousin.”
“I was not—”
He tapped his nose. “Never lies.”
Ugh.
“Fucking shifters,” I grumbled, much to Max’s amusement. “I might’ve been thinking about Axel or Falon.”
“Oh, really?” He rubbed his hands gleefully. “I’ll be sure to pass that on. I’m sure either one of them would be only too happy to take you up on that.”
“Fuck off.” I ignored his laughter and pretended I wasn’t blushing. I gestured to his ensemble of tight black trousers and dark purple shirt. “Anyway, you’re hardly dressed conservatively.”
He plucked at his shirt. “What, this old thing?”
“Yes.That old thing.” It clung to his body, accentuating the way his broad shoulders tapered into his waist. And those trousers showcased his arse a treat. He looked more dressed for a hook-up than I did. I raised a brow. “Areyoutrying to impress someone?”
To my amazement, his cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink and he quickly turned around to head back to his desk, muttering something under his breath.
“What was that?”
He sighed. “I said, Jake picked it out for me. Apparently what I had on before this didn’t do me justice.”
“And that matters when we’re supposed to be on police business?”
He gave me an unimpressed look. “You have no leg to stand on.”
True.
But the rest of that sentence sank in, and I smiled. “So Jake thinks you look good in it?”
“What?”
“Jake,” I repeated, noting the way he’d started to fidget. “He picked out that shirt for you, so he must think you look good in it.”
“Obviously.”
“Hmm.”
Max looked up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You talk about him a lot.”
