Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
And I feel cold to the pit of my stomach. Because I know. I turn and Dex’s gaze clashes with mine. The cold within me turns to hot, painful lead. His expression is unreadable. Gray’s isn’t; he’s pissed.
Together, they make their way to us.
“Ivy Mac,” Gray says softly as he bends to kiss his wife. He snags a chair from an empty table behind him and sits close to her. Dex takes the empty seat at my side.
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
My throat clenches tight, but some sullen, childish part of me wants to rebel. We’ve only exchanged one kiss and, okay, some seriously hot boob action, but we aren’t in a relationship. We don’t even live in the same city. Then I think of how I’d react if I saw Dex kissing someone else. I’d want to punch him in the junk.
Guilt and embarrassment grow painful as I feel Dex beside me, his arm resting on the table near enough to touch.
“Gray, my man.” Jaden and Gray exchange a dude shake, and then Jaden looks at Dex. “Dexter. Last time I saw you, I took your QB down at the thirty.”
Dex’s mouth twitches in a shadow of a smile. “Yeah, that two-point conversion we made on the next play for the win must have chafed.”
Gray starts laughing. “That loss fucking sucked. Way to bring it up, J.” He gives Jaden’s back a hearty slap.
The guys laugh.
“Forgot about that part,” Jaden admits with a head shake.
“Happens to defensive linemen all the time,” Dex says as if in sympathy. “They’re easily confused.”
Annoyance rises within me. Here I am feeling guilty as hell for exchanging a fake kiss with a stranger, and Dex is acting as if nothing happened. Well, it didn’t. But he doesn’t know that. He’s ignoring me.
As if he hears my thoughts, his hazel eyes meet mine. Still nothing. No emotion other than casual friendliness.
“And now here you are lunching with my girl,” Gray says to Jaden.
“Naw,” Jaden answers easily before slinging an arm over my shoulders to give me a friendly squeeze. “I’m lunching with my girl, Fiona.”
Great. Lovely. Perfect.
If looks could kill, I’d be dead. Speared through the heart by Gray’s glare.
I force a laugh and give Jaden a light shove. “Then you can pick up the check.”
He sets his attention back on Gray and Dex, both of whom I’m ignoring in favor of patatas bravas.
“I got a poker game going tonight,” Jaden tells Gray. “Dean, Jamal and Monroe will be there. Even pretty boy James is in. You coming?”
Gray doesn’t even blink. “No way. I’m staying at home and sleeping if I can.”
“That’s right. I forgot you’re on baby duty. How’s the little man?”
I drift away from the conversation and glance at Dex. He’s focused on Jaden and Gray, his profile to me. The slant of his nose and the jut of his chin are like the stamp of a Roman coin. I could totally see him as a centurion, slashing his way through armies.
I really have to stop crushing on him. I know myself. I’m not good at flings. One-night hookups I can walk away from without a problem. But if I start to like the guy, I need more. I’m not going to get more with Dex.
His deep voice breaks me out of my fog. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go,” he says to Jaden.
I’m guessing he’s in for poker.
“Cool.” Jaden makes as if to rise. “It starts up in an hour. Why don’t you come with me now?”
“Sure.”
Dex is leaving. Never once having said a word to me. He stands, his chair legs scraping over the floorboards. And a sense of loss plummets to my stomach.
I want to apologize. I want to yell at him for ignoring me.
I say nothing. Dex and Jaden exchange goodbyes with Ivy and Gray. I get a kiss on the cheek from Jaden.
“Good to meet you, Fiona.” His dark eyes twinkle. “If you want to hang, give me a call. Gray’s got my number.”
I give him a tight smile. But my attention is on Dex. “That’s sweet, but I’m spending my time with Ivy and Gray and Dex.”
At the mention of his name, Dex finally looks my way. “Night, Fi.” That’s all.
I manage a nod, determined not to let this bother me anymore. We weren’t meant to be anyway. But then, as he walks past my chair, the tips of his fingers run along the back of my neck.
A shiver goes through me, a smile tugging at my lips. And then he’s gone.
The moment Dex is out of the restaurant, Gray turns on me. “What the hell was that, Fi?”
“Oh, would you relax,” I snap. “It was just a joke.”
“I guess I missed the punch line.” Gray scowls at me before stealing my water and taking a drink—while glaring over the rim of the glass.