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Riggs’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t otherwise speak, his man-of-few-words personality exacerbated in this type of environment. Quiet. Observing…
Ella.
Damn.
“And you”—Ella turns and points a finger at Nova—“I cannot believe that you carry a bottle of that at all times in your purse.”
“I don’t carry a bottle atalltimes,” Nova says from the other side of the bar, mixing up the drinks like the almost pro she is. “I just grabbed this on a whim when I dropped Steve off at the house.”
The house.
Notmyhouse.
I stare down at my drink, consider the feelings sliding through me.
The. House. That’s…good. I like that.
Ourhouse would be better, but—
“Likely story,” Ella teases, nearly falling off her stool.
Riggs catches her arm, nudges her back in place.
“Thank you, kind sir,” she slurs.
“And I thinkthat’sthe sign for you to be done,” Nova says, snagging the still half-full glass back.
“What? No!” Ella reaches for the glass, but Nova just lifts it out of reach and tosses it back.
“Ah, that’s good,” she says, setting the empty glass on the bar top—where we’ve relocated because she’s teaching Sue, one of the regular bartenders, how to make her drink—“and look at that, I’m all out of rosemary simple syrup. Darn.” She winks at me as she rounds the bar and slips out, ignoring Ella’s protests.
Protests that result in Riggs having to catch her again.
When Nova walks close enough, I loop an arm around her middle, draw her close.
“I’m jealous,” Knox slurs, gaze on my arm.
I glance down at Nova. “Apparently, the Adlers can’t hold their alcohol.”
Her lips twitch before parting and I lean in to hear her but Knox butts in, as usual. “Hell,” he says, wavering slightly, and I don’t miss that Riggs doesn’t try to catchhim. “I even made a pass once at all that hotness.” A pouty face as Knox waves a hand in my direction. “And he turned me down.”
Leo snorts because he knows better.
Riggs brows shoot up as he looks toward me.
I shake my head.
Bullshit. As always.
I narrow my eyes at Knox. “Sit down before you fall down.”
“But I waaaant you,” he says, arms outstretched, lips pouted into a kiss. “Don’t turn me down tall, dark, and broody.”
I drop my chin to my chest. “Christ.”
Nova giggles.
“I don’t know if I should be disgusted or recording this,” Riggs mutters.
