Katie gave me a look and I gave her one right back.
“Just checking out some guys across the room,” Katie told her husband lightly when I admitted nothing. “For Devi.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jesse cocked an eyebrow at me, leaning on his elbows on the table. My best friend’s husband was not only famous but gorgeous; whorls of dark hair, sex-god dark eyes, and a face I could’ve seriously made a lot of money off of, if I’d discovered him before he went and became a star himself. I wondered fleetingly if Dane might happen to look over, see me with this gorgeous man, and feel threatened in some way. Alphas tended to do that, right? They didn’t like it when other alphas stole the show. “Why don’t you send them a drink?” he asked me.
“Not interested.”
Katie elbowed her husband and pointed across the room at Dane’s table. God, did they have to be so obvious about it?
“The dude with the bruises?” Jesse said. “Or the football player?”
“The football player,” Katie supplied.
I made an exasperated noise that was highly uncalled for, and they both gave me an amused look. “He is not a football player.”
“Looks like a football player,” Jesse said.
“He’s not,” I insisted. “I mean, he played some football in high school. And hockey…” I stopped talking when they both smiled at me.
“I thought she liked athletes,” Jesse said, to his wife.
“She does,” Katie confirmed.
“Your wife’s got the wrong idea,” I told him.
“Does she?” He gave his wife a private smirk and took a sip of her dwindling daiquiri, and she grinned as they amused themselves at my suffering.
“On a related note,” I said sharply, “I may need to borrow Jude to scare off a bad guy. Actually… could I borrow Jude and about five of his badass biker friends?”
Jesse’s smile faded.
“Piper,” I mused, picturing Jude’s brother—who was even bigger and more of a badass than he was. “Can you send Piper?”
Jesse frowned. “What kind of bad guy are we talking about?”
“She’s just kidding,” Katie said.
I totally wasn’t.
And now I was really thinking about it…
Would Jude and a bunch of his leather clad, motorcycle club brothers, rolling up on Harleys, be enough to scare Dane Davenport back to Toronto and the hell out of my life?
Maybe.
Dane was a big dude, but he was no biker.
Hewaspure evil, though…
“Devi?”
“Huh?” I snapped back to attention. My best friend was staring at me. “What?”
“Jesse’s getting us drinks. What would you like?”
“Another margarita, thanks. But that’s my limit. I can’t be hungover tomorrow or my employer may decide I’m fireable.”
“I thought your boss was just fired,” Jesse said.
