“Late as always.”
“Don't blame me.”Her hands raised in the air, eyes flicking over to her right.“Had to get yourfaux beauhere ready.”
My brow arched.
“Is that right?”I dipped my head toward Savannah, leaning low enough to murmur in her ear—to feel the shiver that went through her.“You told her?”
She spun to face me, the cage around her making it next to impossible for her not to make contact with me.Her chest brushed against mine, and a jolt of electricity ran through me at the contact.I didn't miss the quick second her eyes darted to my lips before they connected with mine.
Savannah frowned.“I thought you would've told your friends.”
“Nope,” I chuckled.“I told you I was serious about helping you out with this.That includes playing the part in front of my friends.I was half expecting non-disclosure to be in that fancy contract of yours.”
“You—” She blinked, opening her mouth then shutting it again.“I should have put that in the contract.”
Her bottom lip tugged between her teeth, and I tracked the motion like a starving man.
“Mhm,” I murmured, stepping a fraction closer.“You probably should’ve.But you didn’t.So unless you want me to stand on this bar and shoutThis relationship is fake!—”
She gasped at me, her hand flying over my mouth to muffle my laughter.It was just too easy to wind her up sometimes.She snatched her hand back, glaring daggers.
“You're insufferable.”She jabbed her finger into my chest.“No one else should know about this, is that clear?”
“Bossy.”
“I mean it.”
“Yes ma'am,” I said, smirking.
I was sure she was trying her best to look intimidating, but standing there, all five foot six of righteous fury, she looked more like a bunny trying to snarl at a wolf.I liked it way more than I should have.
“Don't worry, my lips are sealed,” Nerissa added (and no, I did not forget she was there…not entirely).When I looked at her, there was a devious spark lighting in her eyes.“Hun, you don't understand how invested I am to see your shitty ex choke on a fucking revenge pie.Any help you need, I'm there.”
“Awe, look at that.You made a friend,” I teased.
“Fuck you.”She gave me the finger.“But also, you know I love a good getting-even-with-your-ex moment.”
I snorted.“Keying your ex's car isn't getting even, Riss.”
The statement earned me a punch in the side, and I grimaced at the impact.She may have been tiny, but she sure packed a solid right hook.
“Don't make me sound so unhinged, you dick!”Then to Savannah, softer, “I'm not unhinged.Bastard deserved it.”
“I'm sure,” Savannah laughed.
The bartender returned with our drinks and Nerissa scooped them up with both hands.
“I’m taking these to the idiots.”
“Right behind you.I just need to talk to my girl.”
She smirked but kept her mouth shut, sauntering off.When she was out of sight, I turned to Savannah.
“Hi trouble.”
She balked.“Trouble?”
“Showing up, dressed like this”—I let my gaze drag deliberately down her body, taking in every outline, every curve—“gives you two names in my book.One is trouble.”
