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Someone—Ollie, maybe?—handed me another shot of Jose that warmed my stomach and washed away Steph’s claws.
“Like the socks.”
Glancing up, I saw one of Cam’s friends. I didn’t know his name or really recognize his face, but he had a nice smile. I stretched my legs out, wiggling my toes in my rainbow colored socks. “Thanks.”
He ran a hand over the close-cut brown hair and clasped the back of his neck. “So you normally watch UFC fights?”
I looked at the screen. A guy was kicked back into the cage. “This is the first time I’ve watched one of these.”
“You don’t sound like you’ll be watching one of these again.”
Opening my mouth, I was surprised to hear a giggle come out. “Yeah, I don’t know if this will be something I watch regularly.”
“Well, that’s a damn shame,” the guy said with a slight grin. “Cam orders this every month and you coming would be something else to look forward to.”
I didn’t say anything to that and turned back to the TV, running my hand over my knee. The shots and beer were making my muscles warm and my thoughts fuzzy. The guy asked if I wanted another drink and I realized my bottle was empty.
“Sure.” The smile that crossed my face felt overly wide and bright.
Returning with a cold one, he sat on the arm of my chair, and beyond him, I saw Cam look up and his eyes narrow. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” I took a drink, now to the point where I could easily ignore the nasty after taste that filled my mouth. My gaze collided with Cam’s for a second and I forced myself to look away. I ended up staring up at the guy beside me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”
The guy nudged my shoulder. “I don’t think we’ve meant before. I’m Henry.”
“Avery,” I said.
He repeated my name with a smile. “Like it. It’s different.”
“Like my socks?”
Henry laughed as he glanced at the screen. “Yeah, like your socks. So you going to college, Avery?”
I nodded. “You don’t?”
“Nope. Graduated a couple of years ago. I know Cam from… well, from this thing we do.” He took a swig from his beer as I tried to figure out what that meant. He looked down at me, brows furrowed. “Are you old enough to be drinking.”
I giggled. “Nope.”
“Didn’t think so. You look pretty young.”
“I’m not that young. I just turned twenty.”
“Thank God you’re legal,” he said, shaking his head as his brows rose. “I just won’t tell anyone about the beer in your hand.”
Cocking my head to the side, I tried to figure out his age. “How old are you?”
He glanced down at me. “Old enough to know better.”
Before I could get him to elaborate on that, Cam yelled out. “Hey Henry, come here a second.”
Henry pushed off the arm of the recliner and made his way around a couple of the other guys. Steph sat back and crossed her arms as Cam motioned Henry to lean down. I had no hope of hearing what Cam had said to him, but Henry backed away and headed over to where Jase was leaning against the bare stretch of wall.
More than curious to what was going on over there, I felt the strong urge to do some investigation. I opened my mouth, because why the hell not, but Steph had a hold of Cam’s arm, and I was distracted. He was whispering to her. She jerked her hand back and shot me what could only be described as a ‘bitch’ look. Frankly, it was a fucking work of art and I was sort of jealous of that level of mastery.
I glanced over at Henry, and he looked up. He winked, and I smiled in returned, feeling sort of giddy. My skin prickled along my neck and I turned to where Cam sat. He was staring at me, and I started to smile at him, too, but then he glanced toward Henry.
Cam muttered something, and Steph shot to her feet, stalking back toward the hall bathroom, yanking the door open. Then Cam was up, coming toward me, and my giddiness was all consuming. A big, stupid smile broke out across my face. It had been so long since we talked, and I missed him, I really did.
