Page 72 of Death Warden
It didn’t help that Tobias still hadn’t returned my calls, although I’d had a text from him letting me know he would be in touch soon.
Like soon was a quantifiable thing.
I had some choice words saved up for him when he did call, that’s for sure.
“Who are we plotting to murder?”
I looked up at Logan in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d swing by and see Chrissy.”
“Like pop down and see how well she’s integrating with the GS ladies? Tell her how proud you are?” I smiled up at him cheekily.
“You’re so clever.” He pinched my cheek and I slapped his hand away. He raised his brows, plucked my bottle from my hand, and took a swig.
“Hey?”
“Friends share.” He looked down at me while taking another swig. “Mmmm, tastes of cherry.”
“That would be my lip gloss.”
He licked his lips, his attention dropping to my mouth. “I love cherries.”
It was a moment, no doubt, one where heat flared between us. It wasn’t the first, probably wouldn’t be the last, but I’d become adept at fielding them.
“Chrissy borrowed some, so I’m sure you’ll get a better taste later.” I plucked my beer back and sipped.
He tucked in his chin with a close-lipped smile, and I nudged him with my shoulder, resetting the friend boundary.
How fucked up was it that I’d had such shit luck finding guys I was attracted to back in Barrow Town, and in Frostgate I’d come across three. Three guys I couldn’t have because I was waiting on a fourth, the one I’d be spending the rest of my life with. It was like a mystical arranged match.
I just wished the revelation would hurry up and get here so I could put some distance between myself and all this temptation.
Logan scanned the dance floor. “Jessie, Toni, and Riley are on the dance floor. Can’t see Chrissy, though.” He frowned.
Should I tell him that Chrissy had gone off with another guy? I mean, it could be completely innocent and then I’d look like a shit-stirrer. “She probably went to the ladies’.”
“Don’t you women tend to do that in pairs?” he teased.
I grabbed his arm. “Come on, let’s dance. I love this track.”
It was an upbeat number, and hopefully Chrissy would be back by the time it was done, and why the hell was I covering for her? Oh yeah, because I wasn’t a bitch. No, that was a lie, it was because I was trying to prove to myself that I wasn’t a bitch who coveted her sweet fiancé.
I was so going to hell. Wait, was there a hell? Did the hellhounds actually come from there?
We hit the dance floor and turned to each other, ready to bop, when the track morphed into a couple’s number. One of the bump and grind tracks that you either did with your bestie, someone you wanted to fuck, your current lover, or no one.
“We should.” I jerked my thumb back toward the bar, but Logan surprised me by snagging me around the waist and hauling me into his arms.
“Or we could…” he said against my ear.
Aw, fuck, Logan, why’d you have to go there? But I wasn’t moving away either. Nope. I had my arms around his neck, inhaling him like his scent was going out of fashion, and this, rolling my hips against his thigh, which he’d sneakily slid between my legs, was totally happening.
I lifted my chin to speak against his ear. “We shouldn’t be dancing like this.”
“I know.” His hot breath kissed the spot below my ear. “Right now, I don’t care.”
But one of us had to. The guy was taken, and his fiancée was here because she wanted to integrate with the people who mattered to him. Okay, she’d gone off with some guy, but we had no idea why, and even if she was cheating on Logan, that didn’t make it right for me to take advantage. Besides, I was mated to Spectre.
