Liam does. In fact, the last few days I’ve spent with him, I’ve never once seen him look at another girl. Now, I’m sure he has because we’re in Vegas and women are plenty and many are as scantily dressed, or more so, as I’ve been when we’ve gone out. But I’ve never seen him look. He’s never pointed them out. He’s never nudged Brody or Nate to indicate a pretty woman.
Now that I’m thinking about it, I couldn’t say the last time he did it in front of me. It’s been months. Liam’s attention, when I’ve seen him, has been solely on me.
Nate wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Hey, you good?”
I blink a few times at my big brother before plastering a smile onto my face. We’ve somehow gone from our hotel to the one our show is at, and I couldn’t tell you how we got here. I feel like I’m on autopilot right now while my thoughts run amok between Liam and Paul. But mostly Liam.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“I know I’ve been wrapped up in Savanna and the wedding—”
“As you should be!” I cut in, shutting him down. “That is exactly where your mind needs to be focused, Nate. You know how much I would hate if you were here for you, but worrying aboutme?”
He chuckles. “About as much as I would hate it if the situation was reversed.”
“Exactly. Cut from the same cloth, we are.” I wrap an arm around his waist and give him a side hug. “Leave the worrying up to others until you get back from your honeymoon, okay?”
I’m not sure if he realizes he does it, but he glances over his shoulder to where I know Liam is a few steps behind us. Half a step later he gives me a squeeze. “I promise I am.”
That promise shouldn’t have my stomach bottoming out, but all it does is remind me of the promise I broke. The promise I’ve repeatedly broken the last few days.
A promise I’m not sure I can keep breaking for fear that it’s going to end up breaking me.
Chapter 10
Liam
ThebeerIkeepsliding back and forth between my hands on the tabletop is piss warm when I take a pull from it. It’s no wonder. I’ve been nursing it since we got to the bar an hour ago.
My mood has tanked since this afternoon. Complete nosedive straight into the ground.
The show we saw? Complete waste of two hundred bucks. Four, if you include Jordan’s ticket, not that I paid for hers. I’m quite certain that she saw as much of the show as I did. I mean, okay, I saw some of it, but I didn’t follow more than a few seconds of it. Swimmers swam, acrobats flew, divers dived. Pretty sure there was some music to go along with it. Did anyone sing? Couldn’t tell ya. Did they dance? No idea. Do I care? Not a lick.
What I did care about was where Jordan’s head was at. She hardly spoke a word to anyone before the show, and afterward she disappeared so damn fast no one but Savanna knew she was gone, catching a ride back to the hotel with her parents and Savanna’s dad.
Unlocking my phone, I pull our text messages up for the dozenth time since we got here.
Me: You okay?
Jordan: Yep
Me: Want company?
Jordan: Maybe later
I wanted to respond to it. Fuck, did I ever. My fingers still itch to type a response asking her to let me know if that maybe changes into a yes. But I can’t do it. I’m not the type of guy who is going to beg any woman to sleep with me.
Even if that woman has me doing all kinds of things I wouldn’t normally.
“Hi,” a female voice comes from my right.
Glancing in that direction, I refrain—barely—from rolling my eyes. This is the fourth woman to come up to the table looking at me like I’m going to give her a good time. Which generally wouldn’t be far from the truth. Hell, if I were looking for it, I would have bought the first woman a drink and entertained the idea of taking her back to my hotel room for the evening. Problem is, I’m not looking for it. From any of them.
“I’m Lindsay,” the woman introduces herself, despite me ignoring her.
Giving her a nod of acknowledgement, I shift my body toward Brody who is nursing his own beer, appearing disinterested in everything around him. I know better, though. He’s been watching every interaction with interest.
Her body heat enters my personal bubble as she inches closer to me. “You look like you want to buy me a drink.”
