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drink?” A guy bent near her shoulder and smiled.
Dark hair on the longish side, brown eyes, solid-looking shoulders, but not as wide as Dalir’s. His had almost stretched the seams of his T-shirt. “No, but thanks.”
The guy’s gaze drifted to an empty chair at the table. The universal sign for “interested in getting to know you”.
She’d come here to forget her troubles. Right? A cute guy could provide a temporary distraction. Like she’d gotten with Dalir. Last night it had seemed like the perfect solution, but now… A hollowness expanded inside of her.
“Here you go.” Brooke set two drinks on the table. She glanced between him and Ari. Then back to the guy again as she sat down.
His gaze lingered on Brooke’s long legs.
More universal signs. Brooke and he were attracted to each other.
“Hey, Brooke, this is…” Ari raised a brow as she looked at him.
He held out his hand to Brooke. “Luca.”
The next song started.
She nudged Brooke. “Didn’t you say you wanted dance?”
The guy took his cue.
Brooke grinned, took his hand, and followed him to the dance floor.
Ari sipped her drink. From the faint throbbing in her head, she’d need pain reliever. Soon. Chalk it up to a busted weekend. She’d use the impending headache as an excuse to leave. As Ari went to pick up her clutch, an overwhelming need to stay put rooted her to the spot. She’d felt this way a couple times with Lauren and Celine, sensing in some way they needed her. Strange. She didn’t know Brooke that well. Besides that, Brooke looked more than fine. The inches between Brooke and Luca on the dance floor were shrinking by the second. Ari sank back in the chair. She couldn’t leave. What was going on?
Chapter 6
Dalir prowled along the periphery of The Song’s main floor.
Earlier, he’d joined the barbecue in The Drift for a couple of hours. The food was good and so was the music, but his thoughts kept drifting to Kell. Then, the band had played a couple of slow songs. Thane and Reid had alternated taking breaks from playing to dance with their fiancées. As he’d watched the two happy couples, visions of Ari invaded. Haunting him. Condemning him for the mistake of sleeping with Ari and for slipping out in the morning. A night at the club would help clear his mind. He couldn’t have sex with her again. When he saw her, he’d focus strictly on the question that needed answering. Why could she see him?
He quick phased around people and through obstacles until he reached the corner table. Tucked far in the shadows, away from the bar and the stage, the spot lacked appeal to the partiers. The patrons of the club, enthralled by Contented Wrath’s music, wanted a close up view of the band. At least most of them.
Tonight, a dark haired guy sat at the table with a woman straddling his lap. As they kissed passionately, he popped open buttons on her blouse. She clawed at the guy’s belt.
Dalir’s blood pressure went nuclear. He swept into the guy’s mind. “Get out of my chair and go to a fucking hotel room.”
The guy held the girl away from him. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, but if I had, it would have been don’t stop.” She reached for his zipper, but the guy held her wrist.
“Button up, babe.” As the guy stood, the girl practically tumbled off his lap. He frowned as his gaze darted around the club. “We need privacy. Let’s go to my truck.”
“Whatever works. Move.” Dalir sat down in the other chair.
The guy hurried away, pulling the girl behind him.
Dalir leaned back. Even though no one could see him. He’d still dressed for the occasion, a dark button-down shirt and jeans, just like when he’d come to hear Thane and the team play. Unbeknownst to them, he’d sat right there for every show, enjoying the music. He hadn’t immediately jumped on board with the idea of them forming Thane’s Redemption. A cover as a local band playing gigs at a club? Come on.
Then, he’d heard
Dark hair on the longish side, brown eyes, solid-looking shoulders, but not as wide as Dalir’s. His had almost stretched the seams of his T-shirt. “No, but thanks.”
The guy’s gaze drifted to an empty chair at the table. The universal sign for “interested in getting to know you”.
She’d come here to forget her troubles. Right? A cute guy could provide a temporary distraction. Like she’d gotten with Dalir. Last night it had seemed like the perfect solution, but now… A hollowness expanded inside of her.
“Here you go.” Brooke set two drinks on the table. She glanced between him and Ari. Then back to the guy again as she sat down.
His gaze lingered on Brooke’s long legs.
More universal signs. Brooke and he were attracted to each other.
“Hey, Brooke, this is…” Ari raised a brow as she looked at him.
He held out his hand to Brooke. “Luca.”
The next song started.
She nudged Brooke. “Didn’t you say you wanted dance?”
The guy took his cue.
Brooke grinned, took his hand, and followed him to the dance floor.
Ari sipped her drink. From the faint throbbing in her head, she’d need pain reliever. Soon. Chalk it up to a busted weekend. She’d use the impending headache as an excuse to leave. As Ari went to pick up her clutch, an overwhelming need to stay put rooted her to the spot. She’d felt this way a couple times with Lauren and Celine, sensing in some way they needed her. Strange. She didn’t know Brooke that well. Besides that, Brooke looked more than fine. The inches between Brooke and Luca on the dance floor were shrinking by the second. Ari sank back in the chair. She couldn’t leave. What was going on?
Chapter 6
Dalir prowled along the periphery of The Song’s main floor.
Earlier, he’d joined the barbecue in The Drift for a couple of hours. The food was good and so was the music, but his thoughts kept drifting to Kell. Then, the band had played a couple of slow songs. Thane and Reid had alternated taking breaks from playing to dance with their fiancées. As he’d watched the two happy couples, visions of Ari invaded. Haunting him. Condemning him for the mistake of sleeping with Ari and for slipping out in the morning. A night at the club would help clear his mind. He couldn’t have sex with her again. When he saw her, he’d focus strictly on the question that needed answering. Why could she see him?
He quick phased around people and through obstacles until he reached the corner table. Tucked far in the shadows, away from the bar and the stage, the spot lacked appeal to the partiers. The patrons of the club, enthralled by Contented Wrath’s music, wanted a close up view of the band. At least most of them.
Tonight, a dark haired guy sat at the table with a woman straddling his lap. As they kissed passionately, he popped open buttons on her blouse. She clawed at the guy’s belt.
Dalir’s blood pressure went nuclear. He swept into the guy’s mind. “Get out of my chair and go to a fucking hotel room.”
The guy held the girl away from him. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, but if I had, it would have been don’t stop.” She reached for his zipper, but the guy held her wrist.
“Button up, babe.” As the guy stood, the girl practically tumbled off his lap. He frowned as his gaze darted around the club. “We need privacy. Let’s go to my truck.”
“Whatever works. Move.” Dalir sat down in the other chair.
The guy hurried away, pulling the girl behind him.
Dalir leaned back. Even though no one could see him. He’d still dressed for the occasion, a dark button-down shirt and jeans, just like when he’d come to hear Thane and the team play. Unbeknownst to them, he’d sat right there for every show, enjoying the music. He hadn’t immediately jumped on board with the idea of them forming Thane’s Redemption. A cover as a local band playing gigs at a club? Come on.
Then, he’d heard
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