Page 73 of Comeback
“Maybe. Have you seen…” My words trail off as I finally spot her. Sabrina is standing with Slade on the far side of the bar. He has his phone out and they stare at it together, standing close. Too close.
“Grab Sabrina and meet us outside.” London pats me on the chest as she and Brogan move past me toward the front of the bar.
The panic in my chest eases, but my heart rate continues to race as I make my way to Sabrina. Her laugh registers when I get close.
Slade drapes one big, beefy arm over her shoulders. An arm I’d like to break. Slade is a big dude. I’d only get one move on him before he’d pummel me into the ground, but that doesn’tstop me from imagining him bleeding and begging me for mercy. I like Slade. Or I used to.
They’re still huddled together when Slade looks over the top of Sabrina’s head and sees me approaching. He smiles but whatever expression he sees on my face has that smile faltering.
He moves his arm from Sabrina. “You good, Holland?”
Slightly better now that he’s not touching her.
Sabrina swivels around as he speaks. Her brows pinch together.
“Fine,” I say in a gruff tone I barely recognize. “Brogan and London are waiting on us.”
“Oh. Okay.” She glances at Slade. “You have to send me that.”
Slade is still looking from me to her, like he’s trying to decipher what’s happening. “Sure, babydoll. Put your number in my phone.”
My veins fill with fire, and this time when I narrow my gaze at Slade, he smirks back. He fucking smirks. Fucker knows exactly how much he’s pissing me off. And he also knows I’m not about to call him on it.
“There you go.” Sabrina hands his phone back. “See you later.”
“For sure.” He wraps his arms around her, still aiming that knowing smirk at me. “Always a highlight.”
She leans into his embrace. “Aww that’s so nice.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come check out my waterbed?”
She laughs and swats at his big beefy chest playfully. “You’re such a flirt.”
He holds on a little too long.
“Okay, okay. We gotta go.” I reach for Sabrina. My fingers curl around her wrist and she comes to me easily with a light tug. I don’t let go.
“Have a nice night,” Slade says while wiggling his fingers in a wave. I flip him off over my head as I pull Sabrina away from him.
She says something, but I’m looking forward and don’t quite make out her words. She pulls free from my hold on her wrist but latches onto my bicep to walk with me. When we get outside, Brogan and London are nowhere to be seen. I glance all around for the Uber and then check my phone to see if either of them sent a text.
Sabrina’s fingers tap on my inner arm to get my attention. When I look at her, she asks, “Are you okay?”
“Honestly?”
She nods, expression morphing into concern.
“No. I don’t think I am.” My gaze drops to her lips. “Are you into Slade?”
“What?” That concern turns to amusement. “No. Did you not hear me turn down his waterbed for the second time?”
“You were laughing and standing close.”
“Yeah,” she says the word slowly. “He was showing me funny cat videos.”
“Cat videos?”
“I like cats.”
