Page 27 of The Book Club Boyfriend
Evie giggles. Chase looks way too pleased with himself.
And me? I keep my drink firmly in my lap.
Chase makes a show of sipping his beer, eyeslocked on mine.
I scowl. “Youdon’thave a thing for me.”
His smirk deepens. “Never said I did.”
I want to throw my drink at him.
I resist, but just barely.
The game goes on, and the more we drink, the more I hate the way my bodyreactsto him.
The way the firelight dances across his face.
The way his voice roughens when he teases me.
The way his eyes flick to my lips when I take a sip of my drink.
I hate him. Ihatehim.
But then—
“Never have I ever been in love,” Evie says, her voice softer than before.
A hush falls over the group.
I don’t drink.
Chase doesn’t drink.
And for the first time all night, we aren’t teasing. We aren’t bickering.
We’re just… looking at each other.
And something shifts.
Something I don’t want to name.
I clear my throat, forcing a smirk. “Depressing, Remington. You’ve never been in love?”
He shrugs, but his expression is unreadable. “I guess I’m just waiting for the right one to change my mind.”
The words are light, teasing—just like always.
But hiseyes?
They’re anything but.
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering in my ears.
I need another drink.
I need away fromhim.
But as the fire crackles, and the drinks flow, and Harper and Evie dissolve into laughter beside us, I realize something I really, really don’t want to.
