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Both of them grimaced.
Miles and Zander did too, from where they sat on the other side of Tatum and Rafe.
“We can try to distract him so you can sneak off with someone,” Miles offered.
“Nah, I don’t think it’ll work with him. He’s insanely protective right now,” I called back. “Threatened to kill some people already.”
The grimaces deepened.
“It’s fine. I can still have fun without having sex!” I grinned at all of them, hoping to lighten the mood I’d accidentally darkened.
Unfortunately, the bartender walked back over with my water and Tatum and Rafael’s drinks the moment I said the bit about sex.
“There’s a great break room around the corner I can introduce you to, if you want to make it even more fun,” he said, grinning even wider than he had the last time.
A large hand landed on my unwounded shoulder. Another landed on my hip. The touch was so hot, it made me shiver.
“Get your manager,” Bash commanded the bartender.
His gaze flicked between me and Bash, and he put the pieces together.
Were they the right pieces?
Probably not.
“It’s fine,” I called out, waving my hand lightly. “Don’t get your manager. We’re all good.”
Sebastian growled behind me, and I cut him off with an elbow to his abdomen before he could say anything else. He grunted at the impact, but let me have my way.
The bartender headed to the other side of the bar quickly, grinning at someone else—and probably propositioning her too.
When I glanced back at my friends, they were grimacing again, alongside their mates.
“Don’t fucking touch anyone,” Bash gritted out, lowering his lips to my ear. “That wasn’t an empty promise, Brynlee.”
“I know, geez. Go eat.” I shooed him toward the dance floor, and though his expression was tight, he headed back out to it.
“Somethingis going on here,” Tatum said, gesturing between me and Bash.
“Something infuriating,” I agreed, plucking Tatum’s drink from her hand and taking a long swallow.
Maybe the alcohol would help.
“Want to dance?” Miles called out, shimmying her shoulders.
“In five minutes.” I held up a hand and took a sip of my water.
Hopefully, Bash could be done eating in five minutes.
On that note, had I eaten dinner?
My stomach growled, assuring me that I most definitely had not.
Rafael glanced down at his phone for a second. “Why is Bash telling me to make sure you get something to eat, Brynn?”
That bastard was so unbelievably obvious.
How had I missed it before?
