Page 6 of Bound By Fire
Twins?
Really?
“Not twins because…um…you know…we don’t really look alike or anything. Not that twins can’t be different…they can. We could be fraternal twins…only you’re a shifter, and I’m human, so that wouldn’t work either.”
I wish the floor would open and suck me right in because I am dying.
My cheeks heat.
His mouth twitches. “I’m not sure we could be twins, but I know what you mean.”
He sips his beer and manages to make it look sexy.
I glug my cocktail, downing a third of it, which makes me splutter a little.
“You good?”
“Fine. Never better,” I lie through my teeth.
We drink in silence for a while.
Carla and Flint get more and more handsy. I’m pretty sure they’re going to kiss soon. It’s leading up to that.
“So what do you do?” I blurt.
He gives me an actual smile this time. It’s small and lasts all of two glorious seconds.
Shit, but he’s gorgeous.
“I’m not one for small talk, Robyn,” he says. “You’ll have to excuse me.”
“Oh…um…I see…of course. That’s fine.” I sip my cocktail, feeling like an idiot.
He’s totally hanging out with me as a favor to Flint.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask, not even knowing where the question came from.
“I’m not much of a dancer.”
“Oh, thank god. Me neither.” I sigh.
His mouth twitches.
“I was genuinely hoping you’d say no.”
“Glad I could be of service.”
I want to leave, but I still have half a drink, and it would be rude. Besides, I can’t leave Carla, even though she and Flint are no longer really dancing. They’re sucking face. Her hand is buried in his hair. His hand is on her ass, and his arm is wrapped around her waist, holding her tight.
If they grind any harder, the manager might have to break them up. It’s like a scene fromDirty Dancing.
“Looks like they’re hitting it off,” I say.
He makes a low sound of agreement and nods.
A song ends. Another one starts. Carla and Flint take no notice. It’s only when the next song starts that they break apart…just enough to have a whispered conversation, her arms looped around his neck, his mouth at her ear. Then they turn and make their way to us.
Flint arrives first, hand in Carla’s.
