Mia’s cheeks flush a little pink as both Liam and Fletcher flirt with her. My cheeks heat remembering seeing them fucking for the first time. I take a drink of my water and try to focus elsewhere. Part of me wants to give them time to talk, but I also know Damon will punish me if I don’t stick to Mia until one of the Devil’s trio is with me.
The party around us begins to fill in, and the music gets louder. Chase is lost in the crowd. My gaze stalls on green eyes. Hawk smirks as he saunters toward us. He has on dark jeans and a green shirt that makes his eyes pop.
He looks like the embodiment of the privileged Cassio, and he’s mine. My insides buzz.
“Hey, Liam, Fletcher. Mia.” His gaze stops on me. “Annie.”
My name is soft on his lips. He takes Chase’s armchair. Mia’s hand tightens on mine.
This is it. The pieces are falling into place and our play is about to begin. The problem is, most of the actors don’t realize they’re on stage. But we’ll guide them through their parts.
The number of people in the backyard grows exponentially while we talk.
“Hey!” Keira stops next to our chairs. “I think the whole cast is here tonight.”
“We could do an impromptu performance.” Mia grins.
“Except Brandt’s here too.” Keira frowns. “He’d insist on his production getting equal time.”
“We can’t have that.” Hawk winks my way and warmth bubbles through me.
Keira’s attention is pulled away from us. She gives us a smile. “We’ll catch up later, right? No beer pong tonight.”
Hawk chuckles. “No beer pong.”
Keira wanders off, and we settle in, waiting for the next explosion.
Chase comes over. His hair stands on end like he’s run his hand through it. “Fucking Brody probably opened his big mouth. I never should have invited that asshole, but he said he could bring some party favors.”
Party favors? Like drugs? Fuck, I’m glad I didn’t take that drink.
Chase lifts his gaze as he realizes Mia and I aren’t alone. His gaze bounces from Liam to Fletcher to settle on Hawk. His jaw tightens.
“Are you seriously flirting with my girl again?” he asks Hawk.
Hawk chuckles and rubs his jaw. “Is she your girl? Last I heard she broke up with you.”
Chase straightens. “We’re on a break. Right, babe?”
“Not your babe.” I meet Chase’s eyes. “And I did break up with you. We’re trying to work through it, but we’re definitely not back together right now.”
Chase’s gaze narrows on me. This is the guy who left me out in the woods, but this time I’m not alone. Mia’s got my hand and Hawk is right here. Motion catches my attention, and my gaze collides with sharp blue eyes focused on me.
Damon.
Chase seems to remember what the fuck he’s doing. “Sorry, you’re right. I need to do better.”
He sets his drink off to the side and glances at the party ramping up behind him. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t have this many people over. And it’s not like I can kick everyone out.”
“That sucks, dude.” Fletcher smiles. “Did you lock your bedroom? Otherwise, you never know who will fuck on your bed.”
“Fuck.” Chase turns to head for the house. “I’ll be back.”
“Might want to lock your parents’ room too,” Fletcher calls after him, then turns to us. “Poor bastard. Not sure why he thought he could keep this a secret.”
Hawk smiles at me, and I return it. I’m not sure where Damon went, but he’s somewhere nearby. I’m sure Cam is helping someone bring in kegs. After all, this is going to be the party of the year. We’ll make sure of it.
Chapter 32
