As the blokes speak sports activities, my eyes wander the room, and I spot the redheaded hockey fan standing beside a dark-haired magnificence who seems like she could possibly be on a billboard promoting enjoyable getaways to unique islands. All she wants is a grass skirt and a coconut shell bra. They’re whispering collectively the best way solely finest pals can whereas eyeing up some sizzling man. I ponder who their goal is.

Ten minutes later, I discover out.

Caroline—that’s her identify—is tucking a crimson curl behind her ear whereas she chats up an interested-looking Casey. Poor lady, I hope she’s not after one thing critical. He laughs at no matter she simply stated, and he or she grins up at him. Her starstruck gaze is one for the books, and I can’t assist watching the alternate.

Quickly they’re tapping their drinks collectively.

And a short time later, his hand is threading round her waist.

Yep, she’s gonna get herself some Casey lovin’.

That’s what she needed. In spite of everything, he’s her favourite participant. His hand glides all the way down to her butt, which is wrapped up tight in a horny blue costume. He provides it a squeeze as he buries his tongue in her mouth. Her cheeks flush pink, and he or she presses herself in opposition to him… and now they’re disappearing up the steps.

I flip again to Liam and attempt to atone for his dialog with Wily, but it surely’s some soccer stuff I don’t perceive, so I begin on the lookout for Mick. Shifting away from Liam, I pressure to spy across the nook and take a look at the lounge, which has been become a dance house. She likes to shake her booty at these sorts of issues. Perhaps we are able to shake collectively.

Liam’s hand brushes down my again. He’s nonetheless speaking to Wily, not likely taking a look at me, but it surely’s good to really feel that connection. I’m about to shift again to his aspect when my coronary heart catapults into my throat.

I freeze for a second, my abdomen dropping as my whole physique floods with adrenaline.

Theo?

What the hell is he doing right here?

I can’t breathe.

Is he…? Oh no, wait. That’s not him.

Nonetheless can’t breathe, although, can I?

My coronary heart is thundering as I watch the man I may have sworn was my ex flip to speak to a lady on his proper. They appear so comparable, it’s freaking me out.

“You okay, cariña?” Liam asks.

I spin with a smile that I hope he can’t see via. “Simply on the lookout for the toilet.”

“Oh, there’s one down the corridor and to your left.” Wily factors, and I nod.

“I’ll present you.” Liam, clearly not wanting to depart my aspect, guides me down there, his hand on the small of my again. I admire it, but it surely makes it more durable to cover my unrest.

I ought to inform him, however I can’t.

He’s had sufficient on his plate this week. I don’t need him feeling like he has to play bodyguard and spend your entire social gathering scanning faces to make sure Theo isn’t, actually, right here. It’ll destroy everybody’s night time.

Moving into the toilet, I lock the door and relaxation my arms on the shiny white vainness.

“In fact he’s not right here.” I stare into the mirror. “He doesn’t know the place you’re. You’re secure. Even when Liam wasn’t right here, you’d be secure, as a result of… as a result of…” My frenzied mind scrambles for some logic. “Since you’re at a celebration full of individuals, and he wouldn’t be silly sufficient to attempt one thing in public.” My abdomen jitters. “Plus, he’s not in Nolan. He doesn’t even know the place you’re. He doesn’t know the place you’re. You’re secure, you’re secure, you’re secure,” I mutter, then go on to remind myself that I understand how to punch again now. I understand how to dam and defend myself. I may flip that asshole over my shoulder if I needed to.

Rising to my full top, I stare down my reflection, lifting my chin and forcing myself to really feel sturdy and succesful. “I may.” I elevate my eyebrows. “I may kick his ass, as a result of I’m a fucking boss bitch.”

Then cease hiding away within the toilet and go benefit from the social gathering.

Closing my eyes, I brush my bangs to both aspect of my eyebrows and just do that. After I slip out of the toilet, Liam’s ready for me.

“You good?” He scans my face as if checking for indicators of misery.

I placed on a vibrant smile. “I’m nice. Wanna dance?”

“Positive.” He nods, and we head for the lounge.

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