Page 69 of Best Served Cold

“Nope.” River held out his fist for me to bump. “It’s our day off.”

“But wasn’t there something going on tonight? Like an event, or whatever?” I asked, still not completely over my shock at seeing them.

“Nope, not this week.” River nodded to my empty hands. “Want a drink?”

“Oh. Um, yeah, I’ll grab one.”

“I got it.” He glanced at his brother, something flickering in his eyes that I couldn’t read. “What’s your poison?” he asked me. “There’s a keg and mix.”

“Whatever’s in the keg is fine.”

“BRB.” He darted away.

“You look like shit,” Zane deadpanned.

“Thanks,” I said dryly. “So do you.”

That was a lie.

He looked good. But then, he always did.

Between his perfect hair, the distinct lack of circles under his eyes that I was currently sporting, and the distressed jeans and black hoodie he’d put on, he looked like a damn Abercrombie model.

Fucker.

“Hi, Noah,” came a soft voice at my elbow.

“Hey, Natalie.” I smiled down at the girl next to me. She was barely five foot and probably weighed as much as one of my legs.

“Are you having fun?” she asked brightly.

“Just got here, but it’s great so far.”

“Wanna make out?”

A strange sound caught my attention. I glanced at Zane, who was staring intently at something off to the left.

“Um, I’m flattered, but I’ll pass,” I told Natalie.

Her lip came out in a pout. “You sure? I’m not drunk.”

“Pretty sure that’s something a drunk person would say.”

She scrunched up her face like she was thinking hard about my comment. “That’s true. So maybe I am drunk?”

“I’d say so.” I bit back a grin at her bewildered expression.

“Oh. Okay. See ya!” She skipped, like actually skipped, away.

“I’m surprised you didn’t take her up on that.” Zane’s tone was casual but his shoulders were tense. “You could’ve joined the rest of them in the living room. Exhibitionism is right up your alley.”

“You liked it as much as I did.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

“If you say so.” He smirked.

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