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I jumped at Quake’s voice.
“Sorry,” he said to me. I waved him off. “What can I get you three?”
“Music,” Rommy said.
Quake’s brows pinched. “Sorry?”
“I am hoping you will allow me to connect to your music because there is a song I wish to play for mon amour.” Henri pressed his hands together under his chin. “Pretty please?”
Quake looked at all of us slowly, his gaze lingering on me for that little bit longer, which was why Henri had brought me over.
Quake sighed. “One song. Tell me what it is, and I’ll add it to the playlist.”
Henri squealed and gave Quake the song title and singer. It wasn’t even a song I’d heard of.
“Merci,” Henri shouted before blowing him a kiss. With that, we went to the dance floor.
Like the others in our group, Rommy had rhythm. She moved to the music in a sensual sway, but I was never the best dancer. I enjoyed doing it, but I became too self-conscious. Especially here, knowing Quake was around.
“I’m going to get a drink,” I called to the others.
“Come back after,” Rommy said.
I wouldn’t, but she didn’t need to know that. I went over to the booth and sat with the others.
“Not in the mood to dance?” Maya asked.
“I need to be drunker for it.”
She laughed. “I totally understand.”
“I’m going out there,” West announced.
“Nyet,” Adrick clipped, and I didn’t think he meant to because he froze.
“Did you say no to me?” West demanded.
“Da?”
I covered my mouth to hide my big grin. The uncertainty in the big scary guy’s tone was hilarious.
“Adrick—”
“We will go together is what I meant.”
West beamed. “Sounds perfect.” They slipped out of the booth, and West dragged Adrick over near the others.
There was a song change and then Henri squealed. Surprise filtered through me at his song choice. “Something to Feel” by Dallas Dixon was a country song. Not at all what I expected. Henri pointed at Blaze and winked.
But then I heard the words.
My eyes widened from the song, which was about sexual desire for a guy and absolutely unapologetic for it, as well as the way Henri moved his hips as he danced closer to the table.
Looking to the bar, I laughed at seeing Quake with his head tipped back, looking to the ceiling. Like he was praying for guidance or for someone to take him from this world.
“What the fuck is this shit?” a voice boomed.
My attention swung to the guy storming the dance floor, his hand wrapped around Henri’s arm, and the table in front of me disappeared with a loud crack, making Maya and I scream in surprise.
