“A little too well.”
I glance at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugs. “Nothing.”
I hate when he does that. “Sebastian.”
“Just saying. Ivy has a type.”
I frown. “A type?”
His mouth twitches. “People who don’t understand normal boundaries.”
I roll my eyes. “You married her.”
“Exactly.”
That’s not reassuring. If anything, he just made it worse.
Across the table, Ivy laughs, and Violet leans in like she’s drawn to it. Something about it makes my chest feel tight.
I exhale slowly.This is a bad idea.
I’m not spontaneous like this. I don’t chase things that don’t make sense.
And yet, here I am.
Violet glances over at me. Our eyes lock, and everything else fades. The music, the people, even the constant noise in my head.
Which never happens. My head is a busy place.
She smiles at me, and something in my chest shifts.
I look away, dragging a hand down the back of my neck.
“She’s just hanging out with me,” I say, glancing at a spot behind Sebastian’s ear. “It’s just one night. I’ll probably never see her again.”
Saying those words should make this easier. But it doesn’t. If anything, it makes an ache start inside my chest.
Which is stupid.
I’m Mr. Logic, not Mr. Emotional.
Sebastian hums beside me. “Uh-huh.”
Ivy says something that makes Violet laugh. It’s a genuine laugh. The kind that pulls at something low in your chest and makes you want to be the reason for it.
I don’t even realize I’m still watching her until Violet turns to me.
Shit.
I straighten slightly in my seat like that’s going to somehow make me look less like I’ve been staring at her for the past five minutes like some weird stalker.
Oh, hell. Am I turning into one?
My brother stalked Ivy...
After she stalked him.
