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Will makes a humph noise and looks around. “Wouldn't have bothered, but he's called the Twin Code now.”
“Twin Code?” I ask.
“Nate's wasted,” Will replies simply. “We look out for each other. Unspoken rule: whatever we're doing, we help each other. I couldn't let him leave on his own.”
“One of many weird things about them,” says Jax.
Will flicks Jax's nose. “We look after you too. Jesus, I could tell some stories about Jax —”
“Yeah. Okay. Maybe not right now,” Jax interrupts.
Will appraises us, grins, and claps Jax on the back. “You and Tegan, huh? Nice job.”
“Where's Nate?” I ask.
“Left him over there.” He turns unsteadily. “Or he was. Fuck.” For a minute, Will stares in drunken confusion at the tables across the room. “Screw it he's probably gone for a piss. I'll grab beers.”
Unsure if Will's talking to himself or us, I watch as he gives Jax a drunken wink and sidles by.
“You're pink,” says Jax in a low voice.
I shift so the light nearby no longer illuminates us. “No, I'm not.”
He winds his hands in my hair and pulls my head to his. “I'm fed up of interruptions.”
“So we leave?” I run my tongue along his parted lips and he makes a low noise in his throat before closing his lips over mine again.
At this rate, we won't make it back to the hotel.
With enormous self-control, I free myself and take Jax’s hand firmly in mine, the one already sneaking up my side.
“Jax, we have an audience. I know we want everybody to think we're a couple but —”
“Let's go,” he interrupts and before I can say anything else, he tightens his grip on my hand and drags me in the direction of the open doorway.
We pause in the red-carpeted hallway outside the main room of the VIP area. One direction leads to stairs descending into the public part of the restaurant, and in the other are the VIP restrooms I recently visited.
“I'll call someone to bring a car round,” says Jax and I giggle. “What?”
“You, Mr. Important who can click his fingers and five minute later have a personal chauffeur waiting.”
Jax grins. “Fucking awesome, right?”
The heavy sound of a door closing at the opposite end of the hallway behind me interrupts and Jax's eyes widen as he looks over my shoulder. “Tegan,” he whispers.
“What?”
I turn. Nate and Riley stand outside the restroom door. Riley's hair has escaped the usual ponytail, strands falling across her face. She carries her high-heeled shoes in one hand and straightens the strap of her short blue dress with the other. When Nate spots us, he steps away from her and crosses his arms. In response, Riley's mouth falls open and she shoves him. I can’t hear what she mutters at him but I’m betting it’s not pleasant. Not looking at anybody, Riley drops her shoes on the floor, slips her feet in, and stalks in our direction.
“How's your evening going, Riley?” asks Jax as she passes.
“Good, thanks. You?” Riley stops and looks at our joined hands. “Oh. Cute. Were you two waiting for the bathrooms?” Riley jerks her head in Nate's direction.
Nate now rests against the wall, staring at the carpet, as if Riley doesn’t exist. What a douche.
“Didn't realise you were occupied. The bathroom I mean,” replies Jax. I squeeze his fingers, warning him to stop teasing.
“You can't have waited here long, we were only in there a few minutes,” she says loudly in Nate’s direction.
