Samantha rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. The three of them together? That's aproblem.”
Morgan hummed in agreement. “A problem with a very nice solution, if you ask me.”
I shot her a look, my cheeks warming. “I didn’t ask.”
Samantha waggled her brows. “So, do we go over and say hi? Or do you want to pretend you haven’t been staring?”
“I haven’t been.”
Morgan snorted. “Babe. Yousohave.”
I groaned, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Can we just get drinks?”
Samantha smirked but led the way to the bar. Unfortunately, the only open space was right next to them.
Perfect.
I took a deep breath as we reached the counter.
Play it cool. Normal.
“Evening, sweetheart.”
Ethan’s voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I turned my head, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes glinted under the dim lights, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
Beside him, Owen tipped his beer toward me in greeting. Mason just watched me, his expression unreadable.
I swallowed.
Yep. This was a mistake.
The bartender barely had time to slide a drink in front of me before the energy in the air shifted.
Maybe it was the booze working its way through their systems.
Maybe it was the way my dress hugged my curves a little too well.
Maybe it was the unresolved tension still simmering between us all.
But whatever it was, it crackled, hot and electric.
“You clean up nice, Aurora,” Owen said, eyes flicking down my body in a slow, appreciative sweep. “I like you in a dress.”
His voice was smooth, but something in it made my stomach tighten.
I lifted my drink to my lips, trying to ignore the way my pulse jumped. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”
Mason let out a low chuckle. “Not too bad? Damn, Owen. Guess you'll have to try harder.”
Owen smirked and took a sip of his beer. “Guess I will.”
Ethan leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my skin as he murmured, “We’re just lucky you decided to come out tonight.”
My body betrayed me with a shiver.
What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of competition?