Page 100 of Sinful Like Us
Tony, O’Malley, and Will have staked claim to the bar, but I easily spot my towering boyfriend. He stands near the sofa where SFO has congregated.
His eyes are already on me.
My body floods, and I lift my whiskey to him, a polite gesture. One that I could make to Banks without any romantic inclination.
Thatcher raises his glass of water back in response.
My stomach flutters.
“I guess it puts me on edge thatallthe guys don’t like Will,” Sulli confesses. “I can’t tell if they’re just being overprotective or if they know something about him that I don’t.”
“If Beckett or Moffy knew something bad about Will, they’d tell you,” I say to Sulli. “Just trust your judgment. You have good intuition.” She’s not naïve, and she’s cautious when confronted with real life dangers.
She nods. “You’re the best, Jane.” Sulli hugs me, and we bring in Luna for a three-way hug.
We all sway, laughing, and I try not to spill my drink on my cousins. When we part, Moffy slips into our huddle with a mug of tea. He doesn’t ask for a recap, but we all quickly provide one.
“Just be careful,” Maximoff tells her.
“You know I will be,” Sulli nods into a smile. “He’s sexy, right?”
Maximoff glances over at the bar and checks out Will, who resembles a preppy Ken Doll. “Yeah, he’s pretty hot.”
“Who’s hot?” Farrow slides in, very casual and cool as he chews gum. He gives Moffy a once-over.
“Me,” Maximoff quips, stretching his arm across Farrow’s shoulders.
Farrow rolls his eyes. “You’re definitely cocky.” He has trouble taking his gaze off his fiancé. “I didn’t come over here for you, smartass.”
“But you’re staying here for me,” Maximoff rebuts.
Luna looks between them with such happiness.
Farrow sucks in a breath. “Technically, you can’t read the future to know if I’m staying.” And then he looks to me. “I don’t love being the errand boy, but Omega wants me to tell you to stop giving your boyfriend ‘googly eyes’.” He uses air-quotes.
I bristle. “I haven’t been giving himgooglyanything. He’s been givingmesome sort of eyes.” I sip my whiskey, burning up from the alcohol and other carnal things. I brave a glance at Thatcher.
He’s now seated on the sofa with quiet confidence that hooks me tenfold.I could so easily walk over to him.
Kiss him.
Straddle him.
“Janie.” Moffy draws my attention back.
Farrow raises his brows at me. “You were saying?”
“Merde,” I curse.I’m making googly eyes.
“Is Flirty Drunk Jane here?” Moffy asks me.
“Almost,” I warn and pinch my fingers together.
He laughs, but concern also rests behind his forest-green eyes. He’s been watching over my brothers tonight since I’ve been drinking, and I can’t thank him enough for keeping an eye on Charlie and Beckett.
I notice how Sulli and Luna share a growing smile, and Sulli motions to Farrow. “Hey, is there a way to ask Tony to GTFO so he won’t follow Jane and Thatcher outside?”
Luna rocks on her feet. “So she can make out with her boyfriend.”
