Page 91 of Hearts Storm

Reyna looks up at me. “It’s not a bad idea.”

I look down at her. “Seriously?”

She shrugs. “Logan knows what’s up. The last thing he would expect would be for me to go ask Alan to dance.”

I mull it over, turning the idea over in my head. As much as I hate to admit it, they’re both onto something. Logan knows what I’m doing—he’s fine with her being in my arms. But seeing her dancing with another man? Not to mention a guy who works with us? A guy who’s made it more than clear on numerous occasions that he’s into her?

It’s the kind of sucker punch that’ll crack his composure wide fucking open.

“Fine,” I grumble, sulking into my whiskey. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt. One dance. If that doesn’t do it, then it’s me and you, back on dance floor.”

Sasha and Reyna exchange a sly, knowing grin.

Downing half her wine, Reyna shoves the glass into my empty hand. “Hold my drink.”

The sound I make next is a cross between a chuckle and a small groan as she turns to make her way across the room.

My eyes drop to her ass, the deep red fabric clinging to every curve as she moves, then bounce up to Alan’s face. The poor guy’s expression shifts from bored to stunned, then to absolutely elated in the span of about two seconds when he sees her heading his way.

Alan straightens in his seat, practically launching himself out of his chair as she comes up to the table. His head bobs up and down so fast I’m surprised he doesn’t break his neck. He offers her his arm like a gentleman, and she takes it, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder.

I raise my glass in a mock toast, forcing a grin.

Jax chuckles. “Dude. Your face right now.”

“Shut up.”

Sasha’s practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh, this is gonna be good, babe. You think Brex’s expression is funny. Check out Logan’s.”

We follow her gaze to where Logan, mid-conversation with the mayor’s wife, stills, drink halfway to his lips.

Attention hijacked, he tracks Alan as he leads Reyna onto the dance floor like a hawk, claws out, ready to snatch the guy up like he’s a mouse scampering across an open field.

“Yep,” I grin into my glass. “That right there, folks, is the face of a man who’s about to lose his shit.”

Just as they reach the center of the floor, the DJ shifts the music into something slow and dreamy.

Jesus. I couldn’t have timed it better myself.

When Alan places one hand on Reyna’s waist, Logan’s eyes narrow into slits.

My stomach is in knots. Not because I think Alan is a threat, but because she looks so goddamn beautiful swaying under the warm light in that sexy red dress.

“Five…”

Jax and I snort in unison as Sasha starts a countdown.

“Four…”

Logan’s lips pinch into a thin line.

“Three…”

Keeping his eyes on the prize, he bends over to say something to the mayor’s wife, and she nods.

“Two…”

He tosses back the rest of his drink and sets it on the table.