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“You don’t know me.”
“Maybe not. But I’m pretty sure there’s a good chance that I know you better than every single person in this room.”
His eyes dart to the right for the very briefest of moments, and when I follow his line of sight, I find Kodie standing with Casey, Parker, and Linc.
It didn’t take much digging into him online to discover that he and Kodie were tight as kids. There are old photos of them together on their youth teams, along with a whole host of other images of them hanging out, at school, on field trips. But it’s also very common knowledge that at some point, that friendship ended, and in recent years, the only interaction they’d had has been slamming each other into the boards at games.
“Does he know?”
The growl of irritation that vibrates from Nash hits me right in the dick.
“Enough,” he warns.
My lips part to respond with something that will no doubt piss him off even more when I sense someone stepping up beside me.
“Still not in the mood to party, huh?” Darcy asks Nash.
“I don’t party.”
“You need something stronger to drink. I bet you’re the life and soul once you’re wasted.”
Nash’s brows lift.
“You know I’m right. Give him a whiskey he might become a different man.”
I’m not sure what it is about that statement that causes a reaction in Nash, but suddenly, his nostrils flare, and his jaw begins to tic.
“Or…not?” Darcy asks hesitantly.
“I’m fine as I am, thank you. There is no need for you to babysit. I’m more than content with watching.”
As if that isn’t the biggest bit of bullshit I’ve ever heard.
“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us,” Darcy says before taking me by surprise when he intertwines his fingers through mine and tugs me toward the dance floor.
That feeling I had earlier of being watched returns fourfold, and before I can stop myself, I look over my shoulder.
And yep, I find exactly what I was expecting: Nash glaring at us.
As much as I might want to hold his eyes and taunt him silently, I know I can’t. Instead, I follow Darcy’s lead, and when he stops at the edge of the dance floor and pulls me into him, I allow it. The beat of the music is low and seductive, and before I know what’s happening, Darcy’s hands are on my waist and we’re moving to the music along with the other couples surrounding us.
I try to lose myself in the beat, in the warmth of his body against mine as I’m reminded just how good a dancer Darcy is. The boy’s got moves, and I remember all too well that they were just as good in the bedroom.
Desire coils inside me as we move together. But no matter how good it feels, I’m not fully in it with him. My head is still elsewhere, the body in my hands a different one.
One song moves into the next until I lose track of how long we’ve been out here. But no matter how much fun dancing with Darcy is, I never lose the feeling that we’re being watched, and the few times I risk glancing across the room, I find Nash sitting there, observing with an unreadable expression on his face.
My heart races faster each time I spot him. Anyone could see him watching us, although I’m sure from that distance, they would probably think he’s casually looking at anyone instead of drilling those heated eyes into me.
It’s while I’ve got my back to Darcy that Nash decides he’s finally had enough partying for one night.
His eyes run down the length of me, lingering on the possessive hold Darcy has on me as we roll our hips together.
When they meet mine again, they’re ablaze.
Is he…is he jealous?
The thought of that being the case makes my head spin. But knowing the two exchanges we’ve had, I can’t help but believe it’s true.
