“Don’t. Don’t start the I can fix him thing. He needs to figure this out on his own. What's going on, Yosh? This isn’t like you.”
I glance at her hand on my arm, then lift my gaze to hers. I slip free without a word and disappear into the crowd.
She doesn’t know him like I do, and right now, I’m not in the mood for a reality check.
I zigzag my way through the mass of people. Tom has already jumped behind the bar. He’s in bartender mode now, a vodka bottle between two fingers, another braced against his palm. He throws one into the air, catching it behind his back.
The girls beside me squeal.
I turn away, fairly certain annoyed is written all over my face.
I rub just beside my ear, trying to ease the pressure that’s been building there since the music kicked up. Tom spots me right away.
“Jealous, Doctor?” he calls over the noise, flashing that goddamn grin.
He grabs a glass, fills it with sparkling water, and sends it slidingdown the bar. A slice of lime flies after it.
I lean over the white marble and drag him by his shirt.
“I’d rather have you with your face in my lap.”
His tongue presses into his cheek. He walks off laughing.
I cross my arms, aiming for unimpressed, but I’m floored, half-hard, and absolutely hating it.
Still, I can’t stop watching him. That’s when a security guard heads straight for him.
He leans in, murmurs something. Our gazes lock and Tom gives a small nod, waving for me to follow.
I meet him at the far end of the bar, and we’re escorted to the pool deck.
Calvin and his crew have claimed half the VIP section. The table is buried in empty whiskey and champagne bottles, a hookah smoldering in the center. The only woman in the group tips her head back and blows three perfect smoke rings. Calvin’s boys lose their minds.
I’m still taking in the circus when Tom lets out a scream that sounds nothing like his usual cigarette-rough voice.
“SURPRISE!” Calvin shouts, mouth curving into a wolfish grin.
The hookah girl makes a beeline for us, swinging a bottle of Jack close to Calvin’s face as she passes.
She’s drunk, trips over someone’s legs and goes down hard. Tom catches her at the last second and immediately buries her face in kisses.
“BABY! What the hell are you doing here?”
My brain can’t take this.What the actual fuck is happening?
I’m close to losing my mind when my gaze catches the wolf inked on her upper arm. Identical to the one on Tom’s chest. The same that’s on Calvin’s nape.
Jealousy flares, then cools into something far less comfortable.
She’s a McKenna.
Tom keeps her tucked against him, rocking her gently. When he turns, she finally clocks me at his side. That’s when uncomfortable gets a whole new definition.
Her eyes sweep over me, head to toe. Not just once, but over and over again. There’s a glint in those hooded hazel eyes. In that split second, I feel like the wolf’s prey.
She’s undressing me with her eyes. It’s intimidating as hell.
“Baby,” she purrs, draping one hand lazily over Tom’s shoulder. “Who’s the guy you brought? He’s hot as fuck.”
