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“Thanks, Quake,” Rommy offered.
I tipped my chin up at her before I headed back over to the bar. I stepped behind it this time and started serving.
It was a ploy to keep busy so I wouldn’t just stand and stare back at the table.
“I’m surprised you didn’t stay,” Drew commented in passing.
I wanted to.
I wished I had.
But I also didn’t want to be the reason Eve’s night went sour. I had a feeling if I stuck around, I’d do or say something that’d annoy her.
I tended to do that a lot, but at least in the few years we’d been sleeping together, I was able to work out what I did and fix it.
Only this time, I didn’t have a clue what was wrong, and she wasn’t opening up to me.
Maybe Rommy could find out.
But that’d be a sneaky dick move if I asked Rommy to help.
I’d just taken the money from another customer when I moved my attention to the booth. The food and drinks had arrived. I knew the drinks had because I helped make them while one of my servers took them over, but I hadn’t seen one of the waitstaff take the food out.
Rommy was still kneeling on the seat, half leaning over the table while talking up a storm. She had her hand on Eve’s shoulder, and Eve watched the other woman with humour in her gaze.
The women and Henri laughed at something Rommy said.
I hadn’t seen Eve so relaxed in a long time. She could get that way in the bedroom or around her inner circle, but tonight was different again. It was like something had been lifted off her shoulders, and I had a feeling it was something Rommy did.
Rommy picked up a wing and passed it to Eve even while she was talking to her brother on the other side of the table.
Eve studied the wing and then glanced to Rommy, her face softening before she took a bite.
My cock twitched in my jeans.
She was stunning normally, but there was something extraordinary seeing her this at ease.
It was like she glowed.
How did I get her to do that for me?
I’d managed to give her something similar when we’d been together in bed. But as soon as she thought she had to get out of there, she locked up her real self and hardened once more.
Christ, I wanted her like this all the time.
Not for me. Not for anyone else but herself.
She deserved this all the time instead of being stuck in her head.
Maybe I needed to kidnap Rommy so she could always bring that carefree, happy, and wide smile to Eve’s lips.
CHAPTER TEN
EVE
Rommy stood beside the booth and reached down for my hand while begging, “Please. Please come dance.”
I snorted. “No one is dancing, Rommy.”
