Ridge shakes his head.
A male of few words…clearly.
“Here you go,” Flint says, handing a cocktail to Carla, who looks relieved he’s back.
“That was quick.” She smiles, taking the glass and drinking down a healthy sip. “I love this song.” She whoops, her hips swaying.
Flint gives her an easy smile. “Would you like to dance?”
Carla turns to me. “Should we go?” She lifts her brows in a hopeful way.
“You go,” I say. “I’m good.” I nod. “I’m happy to stay here sipping my drink.” I hold up my half-full glass.
“Are you sure? I can stay and hang with you.”
“Go, already. I’m a big girl.”
She winks at me and looks over at Ridge.
I roll my eyes.As if.
“I’ll be right over there.” She gestures to the dance floor.
I nod. “Have fun.”
Flint puts a hand on the small of her back, and she lets him guide her into the crowd. I watch them go because it is easier than looking at the man next to me.
They start dancing, and both of them are really great. Carla knows every damned word to this song.
I smile, watching them.
“I’m going to grab another drink,” Ridge says, leaning toward me to talk in my ear. “Can I get you one?”
He smells darned good. Too good. Like he just stepped out of a shower.
“Oh.” I glance at my glass, which is somehow nearly empty. “That would be nice. Thank you.”
“Same again?”
“Yes…thanks. Here, let me—” I start to unzip my purse, which is at my hip on a strap across my chest.
“My treat.”
“Um…thanks, but no…you don’t have to?—”
“It’s fine. I’ll get the drink.” He turns before I can argue.
“Thank you,” I shout at his retreating back. My voice is swallowed by the music, but I’m sure he’ll hear me since he is a shifter.
I watch him go, because he looks just as good from behind. His thighs look like they’re made from steel. His ass in those jeans is something to behold. I note that every female eye turns his way…and maybe one or two males, as well.
Before he makes it to the bar, a redhead in a very short dress steps into his path. She puts a hand on his forearm and says something, smiling up at him.
He says something back, and she laughs, standing taller when she speaks to him again.
She is gorgeous and wearing a sexy little number that showcases…everything.
Looks like I’m going to have to fight my way to the bar to get another drink, because he isn’t coming back…which is fine.
