Page 51 of The Nice Guy
“But do you?” he asks.
Nodding, Sandy shrugs. “No offense, Rhett, but he’s right. I mean, look at her.”
“You realize that you just insulted yourself, right? Since you’ve also slept with Rhett,” Carter points out.
This appears to be news to Tim as he snaps his head to look at his date with his mouth open. “You slept with Dillon?”
“A long time ago. Like, high school.”
“What the hell is goin’ on? Rhett’s with the hottest chick in town, and he also slept with you before I did. Nothin’ in my life makes sense anyone,” he says, drops his arm from around her shoulders, and walks away.
I know I should be insulted, but I’m actually flattered. Especially when Sandy saunters over and closes the small gap we had between us to run her finger along my chest. “So, how serious are you two, anyway?”
“Pretty serious,” Brynlee says from behind her.
Sandy whips around, and even I’m surprised by the look on Brynlee’s face. “I was just askin’.”
“I think you mean that you were just leaving,” she says and steps in front of me. “Now.”
Giving her an approving nod, Sandy holds her hands up and walks back into the crowd Tim disappeared into. Darla claps her hands. “Beautiful.”
“I may not be willing to break a bottle over her head, but I’m not going to just stand by while she flirts with my man.”
Her man. She knows exactly what I love to hear. “Dance with me.”
“Oh, are you done flirting with other women? I don’t want to interrupt.”
Taking her hand, I guide her to the dance floor and hold her close. “You know you’re the only one I have eyes for.”
“Then I guess you haven’t noticed how almost every woman in here is staring at you?”
“What are you talkin’ about?”
Her eyebrows lift, and I look around. Sure enough, many women around the room watch me. The same way most of the men watch Brynlee. “Are we the couple everyone’s jealous of?”
“You’re surprised?”
“Of you? No, not really. Me? Hell yes.”
She clasps her hands behind my neck and gently pulls my face down to hers. “They’re able to see what I see all the time when I look at you. How you make my knees weak every time you look at me like you do.”
Our lips touch, and I lose all sense of anything around us. The music fades away, everyone disappears, and the lights dim. It’s just the two of us, our tongues dancing as we sway to the music I can’t hear anymore.
Someone bumps us, and I’m brought back to the bar. The slow song has changed to something faster, and I smirk when she giggles. We leave the dance floor hand in hand, and Darla gives Brynlee a look that earns her a glare in response.
“What’s that about?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Brynlee says, her eyes locked on Darla.
Lifting her hands up, Darla smirks. “Nothin’, I guess.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about the two of you bein’ friends like this,” I say, pulling my girl onto my lap rather than letting her take the seat next to me.
“Like it,” she says. “I do.”
“Me, too,” Darla says.
Carter leans forward onto his elbows, his pink drink Darla bought him sitting in front of the empty seat. “I don’t hate it, either.”
