Page 87 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

I began to wiggle and pounded on his back. “Let me go!”

He smacked my butt and I felt a light sharp sting of pain although I wasn’t sure if it was my pride or my butt that hurt.

“Lachlan, Ainslee, and her friends are still there. Put me down.”

“Callen’s got them.”

“Put me down,” I begged now. “I’m going to be sick.”

We were just out of the bar and fresh cold night air hit my overheated skin.

He finally put me down but I lost my balance so he had to steady me. I stood in front of him in all my drunkenness. The night didn’t exactly go as planned.

“See you later, Eve,” Ainslee was shouting and I glanced back. Callen had her over his shoulder and she raised her head to wave. “You are so damn hot. Every fucking guy in that bar wanted to get in your pants. Cousin, you are lucky you married her. She said she doesn’t believe in cheating.”

I frowned trying to think through my hazy drunk brain. Did I say that? Maybe. There was a hot young Scotsman that wanted to dance. Was it dance or hook up?

Ainslee shouted a few other things but my brain couldn’t follow. Callen looked a bit mad too as he was dragging along Lucy and Isla.

I swayed on my heel and Lachlan pulled me closer.

“Damn it,” I slurred. “Stop moving.” I had to grab his arm for support.

“I’m not moving.” He pulled me against his hard chest and my body instinctively leaned into him and my brain was too slow to catch up.

“What were you thinking?” he murmured against my hair. “Those men were getting all wild.”

Silence followed and I hated how much I liked his heat against the cool night air.

“We were having fun.” I was speaking into his chest, trying to absorb just a little bit more heat.

Finally, I pushed away from him. I moved hair out of my face and his gaze followed the movement and then he lingered at my chest. I followed his gaze and looked down. His eyes were locked on my necklace with my old wedding rings.

Yes,through my drunken state it came back to me.Sleeping with the enemy! No, no, he was sleeping with someone else.

I frowned at my own scattered thoughts in my drunken state. That wasn’t a good comparison, but it will come to me.

“Are you ready to go home?” Lachlan’s eyes came up to meet mine.

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” I mumbled my words coming out slowly, while slightly swaying. “I take it all back. Your resemblance to my husband is bad. You are just like him. A mistake. It is like a vicious cycle.”

Even before I said the words comparing him to Hunter, I knew it was a lie. But in my drunken state and the pain of betrayal, I wanted to hurt him.

“I’m nothing like Hunter,” his voice was laced with fury. Something flashed across his face, and even through my intoxicated state, I registered his eyes turned cold.

“You are a spit… spit,” my slurred speech was working against me. “Spitting image… that’s the word! You are his spitting image.”

“You can make your regrets known later,” he said in a cold voice. “You are shivering. We are going home.”

He picked me up into his arms and I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck or risk of falling from his arms.

Few whistles followed and Lachlan spat some words in Gaelic.

“Where in the fuck did you get this tiny dress and these fuck-me boots?” His words came through his clenched teeth.

Why was he mad? I wasn’t the one meeting my ex earlier today.

I stretched my leg. “You like it?” I was determined to agitate him. “I think I’ll get more.”

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