Page 44 of Legacy

I almost choke on my beer. “That’s presumptuous. When did we go from saying hello to you openly admitting you’re trying to fuck me?”

Soul rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, looking me over. “The second we started this conversation.”

“At least you’re honest.” I shake my head.

“It was worth a shot.” He shrugs, turning his attention to Ghost, who is so quiet most of the time he practically blends in, so I forgot we were having this conversation in front of him. “Why the fuck are you always working? Put down the phone and put your dick in your girl or something. Live a little.”

At least Soul’s comment is enough to drag Ghost’s attention from his phone. His narrowed eyes land on Soul for only a second, but he doesn’t bother responding.

“Whatever.” Soul shakes his head, returning his attention to me. “Let’s fucking do something. Pool? Darts?”

I glance at the pool table, where a game has turned into a couple on the brink of fucking in the middle of the room. “Pool might be difficult. Lots of…ballson that table already.”

A wild laugh bursts out of Soul, and he slings an arm around my shoulder. “I like you, Reagan. Darts it is.”

“Don’t even think about it, Soul,” Luna yells after him.

But he ignores her, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me through the crowd.

I look up in time to see Jesse’s eyes on us from across the room. He hasn’t budged, but his fingers are gripping his beer like he wants to break it. And when I look from him to Soul, I see that Soul is grinning at him.

Soul isn’t just being flirty; he’s testing Jesse. Challenging him to do something about it.

Not that he will, seeing as he’s still distracted by the beautiful blonde at his side, and I’m nothing more than his daughter’s nanny.

“So, Reagan. How’s it going with my boy, Legacy? I hear he’s being his usual difficult self.”

We stop at the dartboard, and I sense more than curiosity working behind his eyes. The question sounds innocent enough, but I get the impression he’s not actually worried about me. He’s feeling me out. Protecting his club.

“It’s been fine. We’ve found common ground.” I shrug, trying to sound nonchalant.

Soul hums, watching me. “And Margaret’s your aunt?”

“Great-aunt. She’s my grandma’s sister. Although she was more of a parent than mine half the time. At least when she was in town, we weren’t alone or ignored. Especially after my dad—” I cut myself off when I see Soul’s stone-cold expression.

I’m rambling about my issues. My family.

“It’s not interesting.” I shake my head. “But she’s why I’m here. I owe her.”

“Got it.” His eyes skim over me, and the blue is so piercing I wonder if they’re how he got his name, because they seem to see right through to my soul.

“So… darts.” I change the subject, and the casual grin reclaims his cheeks.

“Darts,” he agrees, walking to pull them out of the board. “Need some help? I can get behind you and show you how it’s done if you’d like.”

“I’m sure you would.” I roll my eyes. “But I think I’ve got this.”

On my first try, I barely miss the bullseye. Not bad for being out of practice.

“The girl can throw a dart.” Soul lets out a slow whistle. “Not your first time, I’m guessing?”

“Darts was one of the few things my dad and I had in common.”

“Remind me to never give you a knife. I’ve got a feeling you’d be deadly.”

“You’d be wrong.”

Soul watches me finish my final shots before walking over to collect the darts. “So, Reagan, you’re from Arizona?”

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