Page 94 of Comeback
“Sabrina, right? Nice to see you again.” His gaze drifts from her face down her body, just long enough for a flicker of annoyance to pass through me.
“Hi.” She steps back and molds herself to my side.
His stare moves back to me. “You two are a thing, huh?”
The way he asks the question, it’s clear he thinks that’s surprising for some reason.
I don’t bother answering him, but he’s not really looking for me to anyway. Graham just likes to hear himself talk.
“I guess there’s no accounting for taste.” He winks playfully and takes a drink from his beer.
God, what an asshole.
He takes a step closer to us and I instinctively shift so I’m holding Sabrina just a tad behind me. It’s not like I think he’ll hurt her. I don’t think he’s that big of a jerk. I just don’t want him near her.
“So, Sabrina, what do you do?” he asks. “Model? Influencer? You’re a knockout.”
My brows lift higher, and a scoff leaves my lips. Is he fucking for real right now?
“What?” he asks me. “You don’t think she’s beautiful?”
Sabrina wraps a hand around my bicep, still leaning into me. Her touch stops me from taking his bait.
“I’m a dancer at Lilac Lounge,” she says brightly, and like she’s not at all bothered by his comment. I don’t know if she’s pretending for his sake or mine, but I suppose it wouldn’t be great to punch one of my teammates at Coach’s house.
“And she’s about to open a dance studio at Sixth and Lake,” I clarify.
“That still sounds weird.” A small laugh leaves her lips.
“Better get used to it,” I tell her, then kiss her again. I can’t seem to help it. Then I look at Graham. “It’s going to be the best one in the city. You should see what she did to the place. It was basically an abandoned warehouse until she cleaned it up.”
“I had some help.” She nuzzles against me.
“Sixth and Lake is an up-and-coming area,” Graham says.
I resist rolling my eyes at him. Seriously, who says shit like that except real estate agents?
“Yeah, it’s a nice neighborhood,” Sabrina says, like she just can’t help being polite but doesn’t know what to say either.
“Excuse us,” I say without offering up more of an explanation as I pull her away from him. I meet Brogan’s stare long enough to see he’s smiling at our hasty exit.
“God, that guy is skeevy,” Sabrina says when we step outside.
“Right?” Relief floods through me. “Oh, I’m so glad you think so too.”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me, kissing her and probably getting lipstick all over my face again.
She laughs softly. “I already knew you didn’t like him.”
“Caught on to that, huh?” One side of my mouth lifts at the corner. I haven’t tried to hide it, exactly, but when you’re part of a team, it’s a little like family, and I don’t like to talk shit about my family. Even if I’d like to boot him out of said family.
“You’re not that good at hiding it,” she says against my lips.
“Maybe you’re just more perceptive than most.”
“When it comes to you, absolutely.”
Slade interrupts our happy moment. Completely ignoring me, he pulls Sabrina into a big hug. Then proceeds to fawn all over my girl, admiring her in a way that has me clearing my throat and lifting a brow at him. Not that he seems to care about my reaction.
