“Come on,” Sebastian says. “For the team.”
Addison looks at me like she’s searching for a reason to stay right where she is. But then she smiles and tosses her hair over her shoulder.
“Watch my drink,” she says with a wink, placing her glass in my hand and letting her fingers linger over mine just a second too long. She turns and disappears with Sebastian into the mess of bodies on the dance floor.
And all I can do is stand here, drink in hand, and watch her.
She’s not even trying to be sexy, but goddamn it, she is. She’s laughing with Sebastian as Carlos spins her. Her hips sway to the music, like it all comes naturally to her.
Even though nothing has happened, and we haven’t even kissed—hell, any time we’ve come close one of us retracts—something in me tightens when I watch Carlos’ hand skim too low or Sebastian pull her a little too close.
Iknowthey’re just having fun. Still makes me want to burn the entire bar down.
Luke winks at me from across the bar. It’s a knowing wink, like he’s aware there’s something between us, but it’s a warning, pleading with me not to hurt her.
The song ends, and Addison shimmies past Sebastian and comes back to me, a little breathless and flushed, but lighter and free.
She stops in front of me and holds her hands out. “Come on.”
I arch a brow. “I don’t dance.”
“Captain,” she says, stepping closer with a teasing grin tugging at her lips. “The teamneedsyou.”
“I can manage them from here.”
“Please?” she says, drawing the word out like she knows it’ll kill me. Then she pulls out the big guns—those soft, blue, baby deer eyes that should be illegal. “For me?”
And there it is. The one thing I can’t say no to.
I’m doomed.
I down the rest of my drink like I’m about to head into battle and take her hand. She pulls me onto the floor just as the next song starts. A familiar rhythm that gets everyone jumping right off the bat.
It’s chaos. Everyone is jumping, and Addison drags me straight into the middle of it, her hand tight around mine like she knows I need the anchor.
Suddenly the whole bar is screaming it. “I get knocked down, but I get up again. You’re never gonna keep me down!”Addison tips her head back and laughs while Brennan is dancing like everyone’s drunk, deranged uncle at a wedding.
She wraps an arm around my neck and shout-sings the next verse of the song into my ear. I belt it back to her and slip an arm around her waist, both of us out of breath and bouncing like idiots.
She pulls back and jumps into Carlos’ arms for the chorus. At first, I feel that pit of jealousy again, but then she locks eyes with me from across the mass of people, and I realize she’s doing it to make sure no one thinks she’s favoring me or that there’s something going on.
By the final “I get knocked down,” she’s scream-laughing it right in my face, and I swear I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone more in my entire life.
Because she looks so damn happy.
And she’s in my arms.
Suddenly Carlos is up on the stage with a microphone in hand. Addison’s body stiffens like this is about to be an issue she has to handle.
“Hey,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s a team event. Let him be an idiot. No PR tonight.”
“Listen up!” Carlos yells into the microphone. “Karaoke time!”
“Oh no,” I groan, though most of the lads seem delighted.
Luke stumbles up onto the stage first, red-faced and four drinks deep. Two of his assistant physios line up behind him while he grabs a microphone. “This one’s for my favorite Yank, Addison!”
Addison,still catching her breath from dancing, immediately bursts out laughing. “What the fuck is he—”
