“Thanks for dancing with me,” I said. “Really, we—I—like having you around.”
He offered me a weak smile. “Thanks. It won’t last long.”
“Huh?”
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom. See you in a bit,” he said, and then he turned around and walked away from me.
What won’t last long? What did that mean?
I walked back to our table, unsure of what to make of Brayden’s statement and indecisive about if I should ask the group for help or not. Then I noticed that Jaxon was fixated on something across the room. I followed his gaze over my shoulder and to the wall on the other side of the dance floor.
The two men we’d chased in the van were standing against the wall, and they were brazenly staring right back at us.