“Liam. I don’t think he’s looked twice at a woman tonight.”
The glee that crosses Savanna’s face has my stomach dropping. With that one look, I can tell I’m in trouble. I know that she knows what’s been going on with Jordan and me; Jordan verified it. Hypothetically at least.
“Maybe he’s thinking of the hellcat from the other night,” Savanna suggests, smiling deviously at me.
My jaw ticks as I clench my teeth together. I knew she was going to be trouble.
“Oh please!” Quinn says dismissively. “There’s no way that Liam is still thinking of a—holy shit, look at your face. Are youstill thinking of the hellcat?”
I cast a sideways glare in her direction but don’t say a word.
“There’s no way. You don’t think about the women you sleep with after you sleep with them. How is this possible?”
“Not true,” I defend. “I have to think about them on the nights no one is warming my bed.”
Quinn grabs my arm. “Crisis averted, everyone. He’s still in there.”
Savanna giggles. Brody snorts. I think I’m home free.
“So Liam, have you looked twice at anyone here tonight?” Savanna implores, squashing my home free thought.
I pin her with my stare. She knows damn well who I’m thinking of. She knows the only one occupying my entire brain is the one not here. The one who never heard from me how fucking good she looked in that little outfit she had on. The one that I didn’t get to enjoy at the bar tonight. Though, I suppose maybe that’s a blessing in disguise considering when I first saw her and that douchebag standing together, I didn’t know how I was going to keep my hands off her.
That fucking dick. He ruined tonight. I wanted to put my fist through his face when I saw them. He was making no attempt to hide his appreciation for her, which I suppose I can’t blame him because she looked like a twenty in a room full of ones, but that asshole had no right to look at her. To ogle her and make her uncomfortable, which she clearly was. I couldn’t even see her face and I knew she hated the situation.
Nate would say that was me trusting my gut, but all I had to do was look at her body language and I knew. I also knew what I had to do.
“Sure,” I tell them all as casually as possible. I shoot Savanna my signature half smile. “Saw a brunette earlierthat tickled my fancy, but she disappeared. Haven’t seen her since.”
Hah. Take that, Savanna.
“Was it the hellcat?” Savanna presses.
Normally this woman is sweet as pie. Sweeter at times. But every once in a while she loves to bust my balls. From the day we met. I wouldn’t change it but fuck it’s annoying sometimes.
“Are you guys seeing this?” Quinn questions, incredulous. “The only times I’ve seen Liam fucking King light up like this is when he got his new bike and when Tosha officially became his.”
I try to school my features, but at the mention of Tosha, I lose the battle with my smile. My dad has sent more pictures, and every time I get one, I’m excited to see how my pup is doing.
“Please tell me you got the hellcat’s number,” Quinn presses, gripping my upper arm. “Is she still in Vegas? Have you seen her again?” Suddenly her eyes light up. “You should invite her here tonight!”
“What are we talking about?” Nate asks as he comes up behind Savanna, his arms wrapping around her to set two drinks on the table.
“Liam inviting his hellcat to the bar!” Quinn says excitedly.
Taking in a deep breath, I let it out as slow as possible. “So she can be swarmed by all of you? Not a fucking chance.”
“Oh my god, he admits it!” she squeals in a voice that’s better reserved for Savanna or Hailey.
Oh fuck. I didn’t mean to admit to anything. This is going sideways quickly, and I’ve got Savanna to thank for all of it. Glaring at her, I silently implore her to fix this, but all she does is smile slyly at me.
“Calm down, I’m not admitting to anything. I’m simply saying, I would never bring a girl around all of you,” I tell Quinn. Then to Savanna, “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I am. Payback is a bitch,” she tells me with a laugh.
It may have been a year ago when she and Nate met, but Savanna has a memory on her. I gave the two of them the gears when they were first getting together. Not that Jordan and I are getting together, at least not like Savanna and Nate, but I can see where she figures this is her opportunity to make me squirm a little.
It’s working.
