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But to be fair, my concentration was already screwed. Walking that red carpet with Tate was something I was never going to forget.
And when I spotted Dylan talking to Tate, I made my excuses to Leah, promising to get in touch about her next project.
But as I made my way through the crowd, I spotted a man, one I didn’t recognize, in conversation with my boyfriend. The guy in question looked to be in his twenties, handsome in a classic way, with cut cheekbones and big eyes. His pouty lips were curved in a smile aimed at Tate.
And then it hit me.
Now that Tate was out, he was going to get approached.
A lot.
A sliver of doubt toyed with my heart, telling me that he’d have so many options now. He wasn’t hiding anymore. He could have any man he wanted.
Why the fuck would he want to stay with me?
I shook off the feeling but the longer the guy chatted with him, the louder Tate’s laugh. And by the time I reached them, my inner caveman was ready to erupt.
Tate wasn’t the only one who had a possessive streak.
I looked around and reminded myself about all the press in attendance. I wasn’t going to make a scene in front of that kind of audience.
“Hey,” I muttered when I walked up to them.
Tate smiled at me. “Hey! Reed, I’d like you to meet Colm McDade, he’s a?—”
“I’m going to head in and grab my seat,” I interrupted and then stormed off.
Tate called my name, but I didn’t want to be near him right now. Around anyone. My temper was about to unleash, however unwarranted.
I entered the main salon and located our table near the stage. Once I sat down, I realized that only a handful of other attendees were in the room. It was calm and quiet, unlike my mind and my gut.
Then I noticed the bottle of champagne that sat on each table.
The temptation to numb my insecurities was right there in front of me. My hand itched to grab that bottle.
Take it. Open it.
Enjoy it.
Fuck.
“Reed.”
I startled, looking up to find Tate standing beside me, Korry not far behind.
“Why did you run off like that? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I snapped. “Nothing’s wrong.”
I didn’t want to explain my jealousy. My fear that I wasn’t enough for him. I’d never felt vulnerable like this in any previous relationship.
But then, I’d had nothing to lose.
“I’m the rude and surly one, not you. Now tell me what’s going on,” Tate implored as he took hold of my left hand and sat down beside me. “Are you upset that I kissed you in front of everyone?”
“No,” I turned to him. “Never. I just… I don’t know if I can say it. It’s dumb.”
“Doubtful. Now spit it out.”
