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They hang up, and Lex walks up to the rest of the group, not quite sure what the elder Drifters are doing.

“Who'd you call?” Colt asks as she appears next to him, both of them never taking their eyes from Diesel and Jennings.

“My dad.”

His arm wraps around her. “Really?”

“Yeah, I kind of needed to hear his voice. What the hell is this?” she asks, staring at the two men who look as though they're pushing imaginary shopping carts in a circle and filling them up from invisible items on shelves only they can see.

“No idea. As far as I can tell, no one's had a drink of alcohol, either,” Colt says. “It’s like a car accident. You just can't quite look away.”

“But you really, really want to.”

Chapter Sixteen

Griffin's Beach

Colt

Slow songs finally start making their way into the song rotation, and Colt takes Lex's hand, pulling her onto the makeshift dancefloor outside the cabin. Unless he's shitfaced, he's not the type to get onto the dancefloor when a fast-paced song comes on. Sure, he can be out there with the kids for the YMCA or chicken dance, but anything else falls outside his sober-minded comfort zone.

“It's our song,” Lex says, her fingers toying with the short, buzzed hairs at the base of his neck. “Who knew Bryan Adams could make me fall in love with you all over again every time I hear this song?”

“I don't know, but I can't say I'm anything but happy about it,” he says and kisses her as their bodies sway in time to the music.

Her head rests on his shoulder when they pull apart, and he sees Felicity standing with Ky, her eyes shooting daggers at Lex. Ky asked earlier if he had any idea why Lex and Felicity were suddenly mortal enemies, but he just shrugged. The last thing Ashley deserves is a brawl at her wedding, and as much as he wants to tell Ky, he can't bring himself to break his best friend's heart.

Lex doesn't seem to notice the woman's icy glares. Or, if she does, she doesn't care. Knowing his wife is fiercely protective always turned him on, but it's another thing to see it in action. As much as it scares the shit out of him, he knows she'd take a bullet for anyone she considers family, and there aren't many people out there who can say that about their wives. Loyalty and devotion rank at the top of the traits he finds most attractive about Lex.

“What?” Lex asks, tilting her head as she looks up at his face. He hadn't noticed she lifted her head from his shoulder. “What's with the look?”

“I was just thinking,” he says. “Started when I noticed Felicity mean mugging you.”

“Fuck her,” she says and smiles at him. “I don't have time for flaky bitches these days.”

Licking his lips, he kisses her. “That was also what I was thinking about.”

“Not having time for flaky bitches?”

He laughs. “No, goofball. You. The way you defend Ky and Diesel. Hell, all the men of the club, even when you have had more than enough reasons to walk away and tell us all to go to hell. No matter what happens, you're still ride or die. It's incredibly sexy.”

“You know why that is, right?”

“Because it's how you were raised and don't know any other way?”

Giggling, she lowers her hand to his left peck. “Probably, but I like to think that it's because of this.”

“My heart?”

“Yes. Your heart owns mine, and I would never make it without you. I've tried, and it sucked. It really sucks. But being here in your arms like this makes everything worth it. Everything we've been through doesn't matter because I love it when you hold me like I'm the only person in the world.”

“I hate that the cabin is currently set up for Grayson and Ashley. When you talk like that, all I want to do is take you inside to bury myself deep inside you.”

Sighing, she smiles. “If you could feel my panties right now, you'd know I feel the same, baby.”

“Fuck,” he growls, his need pressing against her. “I wonder if we can take off without anyone noticing.”

“Doubtful. Best man, remember?”