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I barely acknowledge the guy in front of me as I try to process why I’m still burning up and sneaking glances over at Grey and this pretty girl.Personally, she’s far too young for him, but he’s smiling at her and laughing, and each punch of delight from his lungs smacks painfully into mine.He’s my friend and I’m having trouble sharing.I’m only looking out for him. Isn’t that what all friends do? Has absolutely nothing to do with the fizz of awareness prickling my skin, remembering his warm mouth.
Managing to get through the next minute and a half without peeking at him again, I all but shoot out of my chair when the timer sounds.
“Thank you, uh—” I forgot his name and my cheeks burn at my slight.
“Randall,” he says with a frown once he realizes I paid no attention to him.
“Yes, Randall, thank you for your time.” I bid him a wave and scurry down the aisle away from the cackling Grey and Row.That’smylaugh she’s stealing.Shaking my head, I chastise myself for these thoughts.I’m a grown-ass woman overseeing a job in a lucrative field and I’m jealous or protective or something over him and some barely out-of-training-bra girl.Get a grip, Scar. Greyson is allowed to meet other women. You don’t own him just because you share a child.
My thoughts evaporate as I collide with one of the gentlemen.Steadying me with his hand at my elbow, he says, “Sorry, ma’am—oh hey, Scarlett.I hope you had a good time. You were one of the most normal ones out here tonight.” He huffs out a laugh and shoves his hands into his pockets.I’m far from normal, Van—I think that’s your name—I’m about to have a heart attack due to this strange attraction to my best friend.
“You aren’t lying.First time to one of these and it’ll be mylast.I prefer the more old-fashioned way to dating.” Movement behind him catches my eye, and it’sGreyson.As if he senses me watching, he fastens his eyes with mine, a stern expression flashing across his chiseled features before it quicklydisappears.After a beat, I face Van and give him asmile.“It was nice to meet you too,Van.I better go. I have a kiddo to pick uptomorrow.”
With a wave, I jet out the door, clutching my wristlet to my chest, and rush to my car to go back to my quiet, safe, non-threatening, predictable life and think profusely about how I’m going to make Savy pay up forthis.The word jealous floats into my consciousness and I bat itaway.Jealous of Grey? No way. I’m just jealous he met someone interesting, andIdidn’t.
The sting in my finger says otherwise.
