Page 10 of Double Shot

I wanted to go over there and rescue him. He looked uncomfortable.

I didn’t like the thought of that guy making him uncomfortable.

“Has he seen us?” Crossbody muttered to Vince.

“Don’t think so.” Vince glanced over again, then angled both himself and Crossbody so my bulk was blocking them from sight. “Thank fuck. We’ll stick to this corner until he leaves.”

“Don’t worry, darling,” Crossbody drawled, then he shot me, of all people, a sly grin. “He’s moved on from us anyway, remember? Brian’s his new obsession.”

I jolted in shock, wanting to take a few steps back as the focus suddenly shifted to me. “Me? What?” Sweat prickled on my top lip and my gut twisted as I wondered if they somehow knew what had just happened in the bathrooms.

“Oh shit, yeah.” Vince snickered, pointing at me with his beer. “Don’t you remember? He was hella into you when he met you at the meet and greet a couple months ago. Bought a pair of your shorts and made you sign them.”

I stared at the pair of them in stunned silence for a second, then looked over at the incubus again.

That had been him?

I’d been so unbelievably nervous that night, the whole thing was almost a blur. But now that Crossbody and Vince had mentioned it, I could remember the incubus. He’d been in his true form then, his skin a cute pinkish-red and his features a touch sharper and more demonic, and he’d been wearing a Rolling Rimmer cap, hiding most of his beautiful curls.

And he’d been… really, really into Crossbody and Vince. That was right. I remembered now.

And then he’d seen me and…

I flushed, wishing I was in my werewolf form so the worst of my emotions and reactions weren’t so easy to read. But we were out in public, and there were some humans in Gargy’s tonight, so my ungainly human form it had to be.

“Oh.” I scrubbed anxiously at my chest, shifting from foot to foot. “Um… yeah, I remember.”

Vince discreetly peered over at their table again. “Looks like he’s on a date though, so don’t worry. Think you’re off the hook.”

My brows twitched with the start of a frown that I quickly tempered. What did Vince mean by that? I was ‘off the hook’? As if being pursued by that beautiful incubus would be a bad thing?

He gave really great handjobs. Even while he was distracted and talking the whole time.

“Guess we didn’t make enough of a lasting impression when we visited the motel a couple of months ago, darling,” Crossbody murmured to Vince, whose mouth spread into a wide and slightly filthy grin.

“Guess not.” Vince’s hand vanished from Crossbody’s waist to slide lower. I politely averted my gaze. “Maybe we should go back again soon.”

“Only if Rob and Isabella are free to cat-sit Lady Potato.” Crossbody raised a stern brow at his ghoul boyfriend. “I am not having her fling kitty litter all over the kitchen again in retaliation.”

“I’ll clean it up.” Vince grinned at Crossbody, leaning in close to nuzzle his cheek. “Worth it to get you back in room fifteen, Your Highness.”

I took a step back and rubbed the nape of my neck, cheeks warm. I didn’t know who Lady Potato was, but they were clearly talking about sex. At the motel the pretty incubus worked at.

I hadn’t pegged Crossbody for an incubus-love-motel-visiting kind of guy, but then again, I didn’t actually know any of my colleagues all that well. I was too quiet and introverted to get to know them outside of surface-level work chit-chat.

My gaze drifted back over to the table nearby. The faun was gesturing animatedly, almost spilling his drink as he waved it around, and the incubus was nodding but his eyes were completely unfocused and vacant, his mind somewhere else. He looked incredibly bored.

My mouth twitched, and a tiny hint of relief made my shoulders relax. At least he didn’t look scared or intimidated. If he had, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from marching over there and yanking that creep up from the table by his ponytail.

For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine grabbing the guy by his billy goat beard and lifting him into the air so I could swing him around and around like a lasso before launching him out the door of Gargy’s. That would teach him for being a creep. He was on a date with that beautiful incubus and he was wasting it.

No, Brian, we don’t let the intrusive thoughts win. I sighed and stretched my fingers, which had curled into fists as I stared at the back of the guy’s head.

Then the incubus, whose chin was resting in his palm as he leaned on the table, blinked and refocused his gaze as he glanced around the bar.

And our eyes met.

Heat crept into my cheeks again. He probably thought I was a total creep—another one—just staring at him from across the bar, so I quickly looked away. Then back again.