“Nothing. Okay, something. My bestie is here just buying up new offices,” Shane said, “and he won’t come see me fight? I’m hurt, Davenport, truly.”
“I didn’t buy it. It’s a lease,” Dane replied. “And you’re not my bestie. Females have besties. I have a bad decision at age fifteen that’s still following me around.”
Shane laughed.
“I should’ve just stayed on the football team,” Dane grumbled. “We would’ve been proper enemies.”
“Wouldn’t that have made Brett happy. Following in his cleats…”
I couldn’t quite hear Dane’s reply and crept closer.
“Still a sore spot?” Shane said with a grunt. “Why not let it go? You didn’t even like her, anyway.”
“Yeah, not the point.”
I crept as close as I could, hovering in my doorway, but Chaz came out of his new office down the hall, talking loudly on his cell, and I couldn’t hear the rest. I gave Chaz a slash-across-the-throat sign, meaningShut the fuck up. He stopped short but didn’t get the message.
I was about to retreat back into my office when Shane strolled out of the meeting room. He saw me and stopped. And smiled.
“Devi.”
“Shane.”
He sauntered over to me, his eyes moving down my body then back up in a very thorough once-over. “Looking good. Married life agrees with you.” Charming smile. Mischievous look.
Hmm. Dane said he hadn’t told anyone but Velma the truth about us. Although that was several days ago.
I wondered if Shane knew.
“You look good, too.” I inspected his face, which was unbruised for once. “She didn’t fight back this time?”
He just gave me a wicked smile. “Actually,hecalled off the fight. I guess he was afraid to fight me.”
Yeah. I’d be afraid to fight him, too. The man had a whole lot of crazy going on in his eyes.
Dane stepped out of the meeting room, watching us.
“Well, nice to see you,” I said. “I have work.”
“Sure. You should come out tonight. Big fight. Don’t think this one’s gonna cancel.”
I considered that, and the dark gleam in his eye.
“I do enjoy a good fight,” I said neutrally.
Shane’s gaze wandered down to my chest area. “I’m sure you do.”
“Shane.”
Shane grinned when he realized Dane was hovering. He turned and said casually, “Just heading out. See you tonight.” He looked from Dane to me, then sauntered out.
Dane’s eyes crashed into mine. He looked distinctly less happy than usual, which was saying a lot. He glowered at me for a moment, then went back into the meeting room.
“What fight?” Chaz whispered, and I realized he’d been standing there, listening to the whole thing. “I’ll go to a fight. Hot straight boys punching each other and stuff? I’m in.”
“You make assumptions,” I said. “They may not all be straight.”
“Can’t they be? It’s my fantasy. Don’t ruin it.”
