Eros shakes his head. “Nah. I put out feelers, but no one seems to have seen anything. You think they’re working alone?”
I shrug. I hadn’t considered that it could be more than one person.
“How are you and Lathan lately?” Eros asks.
“How are we?” I repeat. “What kind of a question is that?”
“Evan said something tonight,” he hedges.
“Spit it out,” I say as an uneasy feeling falls over me. The bartender returns, placing our drinks in front of us.
“We’re gonna need two more,” Eros tells her, surmising as much from my reaction.
“He tried to make her leave.”
“When?” I bite out.
“I’m not sure. Said he offered to buy her a plane ticket home. Think he hinted about the McAllister curse, too.” Why wouldn’t she tell me that?
“We’re going to have to have a little chat.” I bring the glass to my lips, shooting the whiskey in one shot. This chick is fucking with my head, making me feel shit I can’t afford to be feeling. Shit I don’t have the luxury of feeling.
“I got your back,” Eros says, clapping a hand on my shoulder. He always does, when it comes down to it. The four of us have butted heads in the past. It’s usually me against Lathan with Eros on my side and Tres acting as the peacemaker, but the rift has never been this wide before. There’s something going on with him, and it goes deeper than Evan.
The server is back with our drinks, and Eros plucks them off her tray. I reach for my wallet, but she stops me with a hand on my shoulder. I glare at her blood red nails, then back up at her face. She takes the hint, pulling her hand away.
“It’s on the house,” she says, biting her lip in a way I’m sure she thinks is seductive.
I take in her hair, blonde like Evan’s, and her long legs in those fishnet tights. She could be fun. I dismiss the thought quicker than it came, knowing she won’t alleviate my need. Only one person can, and it’s the one person I can’t let myself have. The one person who makes me want things I’ve known better than to want my whole life.
“Thanks.” I dip my chin before turning back to Eros. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her deflate, her shoulders sagging with her smile before she walks away. Standing, I down the other drink before slamming it down a little harder than I intended.
“You got plans for the rest of the night?” I ask Eros.
“Nope.”
“Get some.”
The music starts back up, and Kat takes the stage once again. Eros takes a swig of his whiskey, staring ahead at her. “Think I just did.”
I walk out of the tent, through the lot, and back to the bunkhouse in under two minutes. Walking up the steps, I let the door spring shut behind me. Evan’s sitting at the table in front of her laptop and Elliot’s next to her—too close—as they watch whatever’s on the screen. What the fuck?
“Out. Now.”
“Maybe I don’t want him to go,” Evan challenges. “We’re watching a movie.”
“We need to talk.” I look to Elliot, lifting a brow. “There’s the door.”
His nostrils flare, jaw clenching, but he’s too much of a pussy to say anything. He turns to Evan. “You know where to find me if you need me,” he says softly.
“I’m good,” she assures him. “Thanks.”
Elliot makes his way to the door and Evan stands, barely sparing me a glance before she turns away.
I close in on her, close enough to feel the curve of her ass. I dip my head, pressing my nose into her hair, inhaling her scent. “You’re pissed at me.”
She huffs out a laugh that lacks any humor. “What was your first clue?”
“I told you once that Selina and I weren’t going to happen. I won’t say it again.”