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I’m straining to hear him over the people and the music. So I pull his arm to move us out of the way and the girls take to the dance floor with Hart and Skye. We step away slightly and I whirl around to look at him. “Is what true?” I poke him in the chest.
He glances down at my finger. “You and him are through?”
“Good news travels fast.” I smile.
“Eden, you’re drunk.”
“Not that drunk! Not as drunk as I want to be.”
“What happened?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” I reach forward to him with a slide of my foot and wrap my arms around his waist, realizing I’m overstepping the boundaries, but I don’t care. He smells good and I want to snuggle. He seizes my arms and looks down at me, tilting my chin up.
“You need coffee.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that? I’m just having fun. Don’t you want to have some fun? How long has it been since you had some fun?” I waggle my eyebrows.
He’s not smiling, which is odd. “You really wanna go there?”
I break away from him and stalk my way up to the bar where I see an opening. He comes after me, pushing through the crowd where I’m already ordering a shot of bourbon and flinging some money on the counter before he can stop me.
“Eden!”
I quickly pick up the glass, clutching onto it for dear life and lift it to my lips to take a sip. I only get half down before he stops me. “Hey!”
“I’m taking you home. Now.”
“My place or yours?” I bat my eyelids at him. “Or the barn?”
He swallows hard, but the heat in his eyes quickly passes as he presses his lips together. I don’t honestly think he knows what to do with me. “Don’t even,” he rumbles.
And is it just me, or does he suddenly sound breathy?
“Don’t even, or don’t Eden?”
“Both!”
“Fine, you can take me home.”
He looks at me weird for a moment. “Are you gonna at least try and be agreeable?”
“The music is starting to hurt my head.” I try to down the rest of the shot but he doesn’t let me. He pries it out of my hand and shoves it down the bar. “Brookie, I don’t feel so…”
The dizziness hits me and I feel my legs start to falter. I haven’t drunk that much… But maybe that wine before was more lethal than I thought. That half a shot probably didn’t help. And I’m only just noticing how hot and crowded it is in here…
I feel his hands on me in an instant, holding me up under my arms. Then I squeal as I feel my body being lifted, and I realize he’s just hooked one arm under my legs and the other around my back.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he growls huskily. I feel his beard tickle my neck as he says it.
I sigh into his skin and close my eyes. “Mmmm.”
“Let’s get you out of here,” he says, and I feel him moving.
A few seconds later the music fades out and the cool night air hits me.
Brookie. My angel. My savior.
The man who has my name tattooed on his chest after we divorced. Who does that? I don’t care anymore; I just want to bask in his warmth. Even if it’s just for a moment.
