Page 50 of Naz & Roz

Her laughter colored up the driveway—filled to the brim with cars from guests—as Naz dragged her into his warm chest. He used his jacket to wrap around her as she tucked her arms in close to his body. Resting her chin on his pec, she peered up at him with a brilliant smile curving her sweet lips.

“Better?” he asked.

“Is what better?”

“You were cold.”

Roz’s gaze softened. “Yeah, it’s better, Naz.”

“Good.”

He tightened his hold around her, refusing to let go. Now that he had her outside of that house, there was no way he was letting her go back in so someone else could steal her away from him again.

Nope.

Wasn’t happening.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked.

Roz laughed. “Oh, my God.”

“What?”

“More than you know. I swear they invite everybody, and then the house is so fucking full of people you can’t breathe. It happens every time, so you know they never learn.”

Naz shrugged. “Gotta let them have their fun. Everybody enjoyed seeing you play, though, didn’t they?”

He didn’t miss the way she stiffened in his arms, but she kept her smile firmly in place anyway. “Yeah, seems so.”

“What’s that about?”

“Hmm?”

“You went still just now. I mentioned the piano, and you went—”

Roz shook her head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

No, it was definitely something. Tonight wasn’t the night he wanted to have his first battle with Roz, though, so if she didn’t want to talk about whatever it was, he’d let it go. But not for long. Just for now. She’d figure it out that he wasn’t the kind of man who forgot anything when the right time came.

Naz would make sure of it.

Back to the better issue at hand …

“But you know, people are pouring alcohol now,” he said, “so I don’t think they’d even notice us gone.”

Roz arched a brow high as she looked up at him again. “Is that why you came out here? You had this all planned, did you? Figured instead of trying to find me in all the people, you’d let me do the work to find you. And then we’d sneak out of here to go have some real fun. That’s it, huh?”

He tried to look innocent.

And failed like a fucker.

“No,” he said slyly.

Roz just laughed, and patted a hand against his chest. “I don’t even care. Did you have something in mind? Where are we going?”

“Wherever you want, babe. It’s always about what you want, Roz.”

Didn’t she know that?