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He raises his hands and shrugs. “I’m very much in love with my husband, but you’re making me hot right now.”
I yank my hand away quickly and clear my throat. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” he says with the biggest, goofiest smile on the planet. “Knoxy should be coming by to talk to you in a second. I just wanted to see if you had everything you needed for the night.”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I reply, up-nodding him just as Knox makes his way toward us. He throws Elton a look, raising his pierced brow in a question, before smirking.
He wraps his hand around Elton’s bicep and fingers the spot where his little flamingo tattoo is. With a wink, he kisses his cheek. “I’ll be with you in just a second, sweetheart.”
Elton blushes, but that’s the extent of his bashfulness. “Upstairs. Twenty minutes.”
Knox chuckles as he leaves. He watches him go for a few seconds, a lovey grin on his face, before that falls as he turns to me. “Hey.”
“Hey.” It’s not like Knox and I aren’t friends, but he’s always kind of been an ass to Skylar, and even though that’s changed in the last few months, I still haven’t warmed up to him. “What do you need?”
“Elton put me in charge of the music for his next theme night,” he tells me. He winces as he scratches the back of his neck. “Got any alien music?”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Aliens,” he deadpans. “Elton wants to have anOut of this Worldnight.”
Okay… I’m not too sure how successful that’ll be, but Elton’s a marketing genius. He must see something in…aliens that the rest of us don’t. “I mean, not really, but I can try to put something together.”
He nods, but doesn’t immediately move away. “So, how are you doing?”
I raise another curious eyebrow at that. Again, we’re friendly but not friends, so his question catches me off guard. “Good?”
He nods slowly. Looking behind him, it seems like he’s over this conversation, but my eye catches Elton by the bar. It’s like he’s urging Knox to do something, a pointed look on his face, and I suddenly feel like I’m caught in a trap.
Knox sighs dramatically and turns back to me. “So, yeah, everything good with Skylar?”
My hackles immediately rise. Skylar’s a perfect ray of sunshine, so I do end up talking about him a lot, mostly because everyone loves him. His name coming out of Knox’s mouth gives me pause, and my hands clench into fists. “What about him?”
He rolls his eyes. “Calm down. I’m just wondering.”
“Why?”
“Because Elton and I saw you two sucking face at Rhys’s birthday, and my husband is too big of a coward to ask you himself.”
I blanch. I thought I had secluded Skylar and I enough that the comforting moment between us stayed secret. It’s not that I’m ashamed; I just don’t feel like explaining myself to anybody, especially Knox, but apparently, that’s what I’m about to do. “We’re fine.”
“Do you tend to make out a lot?” he presses, bracing his hands on the stage. “Is that normal behavior for the two of you?”
I narrow my eyes. “Your concern is kind of pissing me off.”
“Tough luck. Elton wants to know, so I’m going to get him answers.”
I think about holding my tongue, but Knox doesn’t look like he’s mocking me. Something else that he doesn’t appear is judgmental. “No. We don’t do that very often.”
He cocks his head. “You’re together then?”
“No.”
“Thinking about it?”
“Don’t think he is.”
“Alright,” he says. He turns and oh-so-subtly gives Elton a thumbs up for a mission accomplished. Turning back to me, he leans against the stage and lowers his voice. “There’s actually something else I wanted to talk to you about.”
