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Something warm unfurls in my chest. The fact that Coen could parcel out that Bain was attracted to me just by the way he stared tells me that his look was hot and covetous.
“My brother has nothing to do with it,” I manage to say.
“Then why not go out with me? I can guarantee a good time.”
“I bet you could,” I murmur. “But the truth is… you couldn’t handle someone like me.”
“Oh, baby… I could handle you with one hand tied behind my back. Actually, both my hands tied behind my back. I’d only need my mouth.”
I suppress a groan at the fantasies he’s just inspired. “I don’t date.”
“Funny,” he muses, rising from his chair. “Neither do I. But I’d make an exception for you.”
I want to say yes, but I sense that this man is trouble with a capital T. He’s the type of man I could get addicted to and I’m just not willing to let myself fall like that.
At least I think I’m not.
He could be worth a taste.
“Are you going to the New Year’s Eve party at Stevie’s bar?” I ask.
Bain grins, his dimples popping. “I was considering it, but it’s a definite if you’re going.”
“I’m considering it.”
“Okay, then,” he says, taking a few steps backward, once again thumbing at the door. “Got my parents waiting and have to go. Maybe I’ll see you New Year’s Eve.”
“Maybe.”
He stops, gives me a wicked smile. “You know there’s a tradition when the clock strikes twelve, right?”
“I’ve heard mention of it.”
Bain doesn’t respond, just points at me. “I’ll tell you more about it on New Year’s Eve.”
“If I go.”
“Yeah… you know… if I go too. Still not sure.”
“It’s definitely a maybe,” I say, suppressing a laugh.
He winks at me, his grin absolutely charming, and pivots away, walking out of the lounge.
I stare after him, maybe the same way he did after me at the party. One thing I know for sure—both of us are showing up at that party.
CHAPTER 3
Bain
Ihad toldKiera that I might come to the New Year’s Eve party at Stevie’s bar, but there was no maybe about it. I was already committed, having been part of a plot to get Hendrix to pull his head out of his ass, which, fortunately, he did.
The question remains, will Kiera show up? Our banter was fun, the teasing and flirting ranging from mischievous to point-blank acknowledgment of mutual attraction. I walked away from her pretty sure we were destined for a hookup but as I sip my beer and watch the clock tick away the minutes, I’m not so sure anymore.
“You seem distracted,” Hendrix says.
“You don’t,” I reply, taking in my friend. Just two days ago, he was a fucking mess, having parted ways with Stevie over a massive misunderstanding. I’m talking about betrayal, drama and intrigue, but Hendrix was being too stubborn to see past what he thought had happened. Coen, Stone and I took it upon ourselves to make him see the truth—that Stevie did not betray him—and the only way to do that was to goad him into it. We had a very loud discussion about spending New Year’s Eve in Stevie’s bar, which made him go berserk.
He called her a traitor.
