Page 115 of Head Over Heels


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He set his hands on the back of their respective stools, and I narrowed my gaze on that meaty fist. Then he gestured toward a table not far away, where another guy sat.

The idiot at the table waved. It was a stupid wave too.

Like he was guileless and not trying to get laid.

“Do we know them?” Ian asked.

“No,” Jax and I answered at the same time.

I glanced back at my friend, and he watched with a hard expression in his eyes too.

“Why do you look so pissed off?” I asked.

“Well, who the fuck do these guys think they are? They don’t know her.” He clenched his jaw. “Them,” he corrected. “They don’t know either of them.”

I raised my eyebrows. “So they’re exactly like you?”

He exhaled slowly, wisely choosing not to argue.

I couldn’t see Poppy because of where the dude-bro with the backward hat stood, but Ivy glanced over her shoulder at the man’s hand on her chair and she raised an eyebrow slowly, then shifted forward so he wasn’t touching her.

My mouth had just started stretching into a grin when he settled that hand on her shoulder.

I was out of my chair before I registered the decision to move.

With long strides, I made my way across the bar, only pausing once to let a server pass with a tray full of pint glasses.

Just as I approached, Ivy had turned sideways in her seat. She opened her mouth to say something—something good too, based on the glacial look on her face—when her eyes caught on mine over his shoulder.

It was a jolt to my entire body—immediate and hot.

How did she do that?

“Excuse me,” I said, clapping my hand on his shoulder. Hard. He turned. “I don’t think they’ll be joining you tonight.”

His demeanor shifted, and he held his hands up. “Sorry, man, I didn’t know they were with anyone. Just trying to make some new friends while we’re in town.”

I held his gaze. “Make different friends.”

At my tone, he took a moment to size me up.

He was big. I was bigger.

Wisely, he must have thought better of it because he gave me a slow nod and then walked back to his table.

Poppy sighed, sinking down in her chair. “Of course you guys came here. I literally cannot escape my brothers, no matter what I do.”

“Ian and Jax are in the back corner,” I told her, but kept my gaze locked on Ivy. “Why don’t you go find them, Poppy.”

She stared at Ivy and me for a moment, then blew out a slow breath. “Definitely don’t want to stay here,” she muttered.

My sister slid out of her stool, wine in hand, and left.

Ivy’s eyes hadn’t left mine. “You don’t strike me as the territorial type.”

“I’m not usually.” I set my hands on the back of her chair and leaned in. Her pulse fluttered at the base of her throat, and I wanted to suck the skin right there. “So it must just be you,” I said.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.”

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