Page 96 of Holding You
“Well, I sure as shit don’t want other guys thinking what I’m thinking,” Luca says, sending a look of warning to Shay.
She smiles, pressing to her toes to kiss his lips.
“Agreed,” Miles says, hooking his arm around Quinn and pulling her close.
“Let's all just be smart tonight, okay?” Hudson adds.
Ruby shakes her head. “I’m hearing a lot of talking, but none of you have said the right thing.”
I chuckle louder.
“Ladies, you all look stunning tonight,” I say to lighten the mood.
“And that right there is what each of you should have said.” Ruby points to her brothers one by one. “Each. Of. You.”
All three of them grumble an apology to their girls, and when Ruby is satisfied, she steps in front of me to hit the elevator button, my eyes dropping again to her where her dress ends dangerously just over her ass.
A throat clears next to me.
I startle and look to my right.
Luca has his arms crossed as he glares at me.
He mouths, “Be smart.”
I smile and give him a thumbs-up.
Too late for that warning.
The club isin full swing by the time we finish dinner and make it back to the hotel. Truth be told, it’s 11p.m.and I could go to sleep, but according to Hudson’s hockey friends, this is the time you go to the club—even then, we are arriving early.
I glance around the group as Hudson and his hockey friends speak with the guy who determines who gets to go inside the club and who will wait in line.
No one seems to be tired, and the girls actually look excited.
After all, the one thing Sadie asked for was to go to a “clubclub,” which she defined as not just a bar with dancing, but a full-blown stage and booths and bottle service.
How she came up with this idea, I have no idea.
“I can’t believe we are doing this,” Ruby says, leaning into me. “This is everything the opposite of our small-town life.”
Maybe that’s why Sadie wanted a club night.
“You got that right.”
“Did you go to clubs while you lived in Chicago?”
Her question takes me by surprise. Ruby can talk a lot, but her inquiry about my past away from Lovers isn’t her normal go-to conversation.
“No. Not once.”
I glance down at her just as she looks up.
“Really?”
“Really.” I nod.
“You never wanted to?”
