“Already taken care of. We look out for everyone around here, but do yourself a favor. Talk to Bridger. He’ll understand more than you think.” I squeeze her shoulder as she nods.
My mind is on my woman. I turn around and see her sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in it. I plop down beside her. “How’d you get away from everyone?” I wrap my arm around her shoulders. Her mouth is there for the taking, and that’s what I do, not a care in the world, just me and my angel.
“Drake,” her voice I love so much moans out when we pull a part.
“I know, angel. Whose idea was it to have this shindig?”
“Don’t remind me. I thought it would be a good idea. Maybe it still will be once people calm down some more. Geesh, all this alpha male testosterone is enough to give me a headache.” She rests her head against me.
“I have something that can cure that,” I joke.
“Oh, think we can sneak away?”
“If you want burnt food, I don’t see why not,” I grouse.
“Well, shit, nobody wants that. Raincheck?” she questions.
“Absolutely. You ready to be sociable now?” My fingers are playing with the loose ends of her hair.
“I guess, but talk me out of this next time? We can have someone else host it.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” I stand up to help her, kiss her one more time before we part ways. Something tells me Braxton is going to have a feisty woman on his hands with Rowen. This time, it’ll be me who sits back and watches it all unfold.