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Jake doesn’t say a word, leaning an elbow on the back of his chair as he takes a gulp from his beer bottle, but it’s me he’s drinking in. Hot amber eyes rake over my body, and it sizzles all the way to my toes.
He cocks a brow and then tilts his head toward the clock, like I’m on a curfew.
Whatever, Dad.
I roll my eyes.
He smirks.
My gaze averts to another man sitting at the table.
New man.
He’s brand spanking new to me, at least.
“Hey.” He salutes. “It looks like none of these assholes are going to introduce me. I’m Logan.”
Walking to the table, I reach out and shake his hand. Strong hand. Muscles flex on his tattooed arms as he stretches, his dark beard giving a masculine feel to his boyish jade eyes. “Claire. Nice to meet you. Nice tattoos,” I compliment.
“Thanks.”
Logan is cheeky. The peek at my cleavage as I lean over almost went unnoticed.
Not by Jake, though.
A quick look in his direction has me almost grunting. If his jaw doesn’t snap from tension, the hole he’s boring through the side of Logan’s head will surely give him away.
He takes another long drink.
“Logan has a tattoo shop in the city,” Pete explains.
“I’ve always wanted a tattoo,” I voice my thoughts under my breath, trying to distract myself from Jake’s molten glare.
I don’t have to look at him to know his eyes are on me.
I feel it.
I don’t know why, but I always feel it.
Pursing my lips, I fight the pull, concentrating on Logan as he takes his seat again. He tugs at his black t-shirt, hanging loose over his stomach, but his biceps are struggling with the material.
Is he flexing?
“Nice to meet you, Claire.” His smile is warm, but it’s no match for the icy man sitting next to him. “You settling in okay? Jake tells me you moved back here recently.”
“It’s great.”
Apart from having a stalker.
But I don’t say that, choosing not to dull the atmosphere. I think stalker-talk would be an instant mood killer.
“And my roomie here is all sunshine and rainbows, as you can tell.”
The guys unsuccessfully try to stifle their laughter.
Pete plucks crisps from a bowl before looking up at me as I rest my palm on the back of his chair. “He’s been watching the clock like a madman. Now I know why.”
They’re teasing him, but knowing he was worried makes me shift on my feet, surprised by the rush of heat in my stomach.
