Page 36 of Endlessly Yours
Why the hell was I getting so territorial over a woman who wasn’t mine. I had been very clear that she wasn’t and couldn’t be mine.
And yet, I couldn’t help but remember a promise that I hadn’t made, or maybe I had in the end.
Damn it.
I had made that promise. Because she wouldn’t have let me leave otherwise.
I didn’t want to think about that whisper in my ears.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Rory wasn’t paying attention to me. Instead, she and Callum had moved off to the nearest table, pizza dough in front of them. Kendall stood at the front of the room, looking excited about the evening.
Stewing, I went to Rory’s other side and forced my way onto the table. “Okay, if we have to do this, at least I’m getting pizza out of the deal.”
Rory stiffened for a moment before she smiled up at me. “Let me guess, spicy sausage and hot peppers?”
“That sounds damn good to me,” Callum said as he bumped his hip against her.
I glared at the other man over Rory’s head as she looked down at the toppings, and Callum just beamed.
The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and I knew he was fucking with me. Why the hell was he doing that? But the real question was, why the hell was it working?
“I actually like non-red sauces more than anything.”
Rory looked up at me, eyes wide. “Seriously? I love white pizza. And Alfredo pizza. I’m not a huge tomato fan.”
I nodded. “Same. Which disgusts the rest of my family.”
“It really does,” Kendall said as she moved to our side. “Okay, each of you are going to make your own personal pizza, and we’re going to have fun.”
“If you say so, Kendall,” I said, sarcasm dripping over my tone.
My cousin-in-law just beamed. “You’re going to love it. And you’re going to get an amazing pizza in the end.” Kendall patted my cheek before she went to another table.
Holding my gaze from Rory as she began to roll out the dough, I finally looked at the rest of the room.
There had to be thirty people in this kitchen, everybody laughing, speaking to one another as if they knew each other or wanted to get to know each other. I didn’t know how many years they had been working on Singles’ Nights or if this was the first one, but it turned out to be a hit so far.
At least for the business side. I still didn’t know what the hell I was doing here.
“Hey, I think you stole my flour,” Callum teased, and Rory rolled her eyes.
“You’re starting to sound like the girls if you’re going to continue to fight over that,” Rory sing-songed.
Annoyed at the way Callum continued to flirt with her, I pulled the dough out of the bowl and used my hands to roll it out into somewhat of a circle.
Rory met my gaze as I looked over at her before her attention went to my hands and the way that my forearms flexed when I moved the dough.
I watched as her throat worked when she swallowed, and I tilted my hips away from her, hiding the fact that just looking at her gave me a hard-on.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I cleared my throat and reached for the white sauce for my pizza. Callum met my gaze over Rory’s head again, and he winked before gesturing at her for some reason. I didn’t know what the man was up to, and I didn’t like it.
Instead, I began to throw cheese and chicken and artichokes haphazardly on the pizza. I was usually a better cook than this, but at this point, I didn’t care.
“So you’re going for the more is more route?” Rory asked, teasing in her tone.
I looked down at the mess of the pizza that I made and shrugged. “Food is food. And whatever I can’t eat, I’ll give to you so that way the girls have leftovers.”
