Page 148 of Endgame

“Molls…”

“I’m okay,” she stopped me by saying. “Honestly, Mercy, I’m cool.”

“Do you want to dance?” I asked then as Cher Lloyd’sWant U Backblasted through the speakers. I needed a distraction and by the sound of it, so did Molly.

“Hell yes!” she squealed, catching my hand and dancing like a maniac.

Rourke

I CALLED HER BRITT.

I fucking called my current girlfriend by my ex-girlfriend’s name.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Six was pissed with me and I didn’t blame her. My latest mistake was one of epic proportions. There probably wasn’t a damn thing else I could have said in that moment to insult her more.

Hell, I hadn’t even been thinking about Britt.

It honest to god had been a slip of the tongue.

Six’s face though. She lookeddevastatedwith those big grey eyes full of pain.

Goddammit!

“Great minds think alike,” Daryl announced with a wolfish grin, dragging me back to the present.

I was standing in the foyer of the hotel wondering what the hell I could do to make this up to Six. My hands were full with four large glasses of Jack and coke.

Daryl was carrying his own supply; two tall glasses of what I assumed was rum and coke – his drink of choice.

“I fucked up,” I blurted out, eyes locked on my oldest friend. “I called her Britt.”

“Who?” Daryl asked before his eyes widened. “Tell me you didn’t!”

“It was a mistake,” I groaned. “I swear to god, dude, I have no fucking idea why I said her name. I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about her.” I hadn’t thought about Britt at all recently. Not since Six walked into my world and turned everything on its ass.

Returning to the ball room, we headed back to our table and set our drinks down before claiming a couple of empty chairs.

My gaze immediately sought out and honed in on Six. She was out on the dance floor with Molly. The smile on her face was so fucking beautiful as she danced and laughed and it hit me like a wrecking ball to the chest.

I had made some pretty poor decisions in my life, but she wasn’t one of them. Six was the only thing I’d managed to get right.

“What should I do, D?”

“You’re askingmefor girlfriend advice?” Daryl replied, looking me dead in the eye. “Dude, how the fuck would I know? The longest relationship I’ve ever had is with you!”

“Not helpful,” I muttered, returning my focus on Six.

“I’ll tell you one thing,” Daryl offered. “You keep staring at her like that and your damn eyeballs are gonna fall out of your head.”

I didn’t look away from Six. I just continued to stare – stare and covet and fucking worship her from a distance. She was wearing the sexiest red dress I’d ever seen and had her black hair was curled down one side of her neck. Christ, I needed to get her alone. Maybe, if I took her up to our room, I could persuade her to forgive me with my tongue. Yeah, Six loved my tongue. Girl couldn’t get enough, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her later tonight.

“Where’s yourdatetonight?” I asked when we were sitting, emphasizing the worddateto piss him off.

Daryl deserved it. He’d given me enough shit about Six in the beginning. I figured it was only fair I returned the favor now he was hung up on Molly.

“Please don’t,” Daryl said with a heavy sigh. Reaching over, he grabbed one of his glasses off the table and drained the contents before saying, “I’m holding onto my control tonight by the skin of my teeth.” Slamming the empty glass back down, he picked up the second glass and tipped it back. “Bring her up to me, and I’m gonna lose it.”

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