Always has.
“Having fun?” I ask around a mouthful of food.
“Mm-hmm,” she hums happily before kissing my cheek. “Barely any clowns at all.”
I laugh softly…
Then suddenly that horrible feeling hits again—the same icy unease from the after-party.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise instantly while a cold shiver crawls slowly down my spine, like someone’s watching me. Like danger just walked into the room.
Without even thinking, I tighten my arms around Indi protectively.
Then she steps directly into my line of sight.
Sasha.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Caleb
My entire body locks up the second I see Sasha standing there.
Indi shifts in my arms to look at me, but I can’t take my eyes off the dark-haired woman standing a few feet away, staring at us like something out of a goddamn horror movie. Before I can react, Indi leans up and kisses me softly.
For one stupid, blissful second, I forget Sasha exists.
My hand slides into Indi’s hair automatically while I deepen the kiss, trying to lose myself in her taste and warmth and safety. Indi giggles quietly against my mouth before pulling back.
Then we both look forward.
And there she is.
Still standing there.
Still smiling.
My throat instantly dries out.
Fuck! This is bad.
Very, very fucking bad.
Without realizing it, I tighten my grip around Indi hard enough that she squeaks in surprise and looks up at me just as Sasha smiles brightly.
“Caleb.”
Indi stiffens immediately against me before glancing between us.
“Hey, Sasha,” I say carefully, trying to sound casual instead of like I’m staring at the woman currently threatening to destroy my entire life.
Indi slowly slides out of my hold and stands up properly while watching us both closely. I stand too, my stomach twisting violently.
“This must be the beautiful Indi you talk so much about,” Sasha says sweetly.
Every instinct in my body screams danger.
Indi clears her throat quietly before taking the hand Sasha offers her. “And how do you know each other?” she asks softly.