Page 88 of Charlie

The pub starts emptying around eight-thirty and I'm just about to sit back down next to Dylan when the door swings open, everyone's heads swiveling to see who it is. Cameron comes in first, his eyes lighting up when they land on me.

"Little witch," he murmurs, cradling my face and kissing me until my knees are jelly. "I've missed you." He sits at the far end of the bar, draping his coat over the back of the stool.

I'm about to ask if the other two are coming when Lach breezes in, shedding his suit jacket before pulling me close.

"You're so fucking hot," he breathes against my ear, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Before I can respond, Jack steals me from his embrace, burying his face in my hair.

"God, I've missed you."

"It's been one day, Jack."

"I know." He cups my cheek and draws me in, the fire roaring in his eyes burning me alive. He breaks the kiss and leaves me to join Isla behind the bar. I come out of the haze with one hand clenched to the back of Dylan's stool to keep myself upright.

Dylan clears his throat, his eyes wide. And then it dawns on me. This is the first time the four of us have been in public together. Where people can see. Judge.

"Sorry about that," I whisper, my cheeks heating.

"You and the three of them?" he asks, his gaze swiveling between the guys and me.

"Yep." I don't know what to say.

"Huh." There is no judgment in his eyes, only curiosity. "And it works?"

I laugh. "You could say that."

"Good for you. Are you done working now?" he asks, changing the subject.

I look around me, making sure a customer hadn't snuck in while I was distracted. "Looks like it."

"Isla! A Charlie for Charlie, please!" he calls, motioning for me to sit.

"I'll get that," Jack growls, his eyes pinning me in place as he makes my drink.

"Thank you," I breathe, sliding my hand over his as he sets the drink in front of me.

"Does this remind you of anything, Sassenach?" He holds my gaze as he rounds the bar and walks toward me, folding me into his arms, dancing me back to the open floor. I press my cheek to his chest, breathing in whisky and leather, thinking about how much has changed since that night.

I lean back to look at him. "All we need is your motorcycle." My chuckle turns into a gasp as he dips me low.

"You're in luck. Come away with me?" he breathes against my ear as he pulls me back up, goosebumps to erupting over my entire body.

"Sharing is caring," Lach says as he sidles up to us, wrapping his arm around my waist. I'm pinned between them, barely breathing, memories crashing over me.

Jack presses his palm to my chest and watches as he slowly slides his hand around my neck. "Was I right?" he asks, looking back up at me, his eye dark.

"About what?" I ask, my voice strangled.

"Do they look better around your neck?" He turns me suddenly, so we're looking at our reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar.

"Yes," I whisper, barely able to breathe.

"Get a room!" Isla yells at us, giving me an exaggerated wink.

"Come dance!" I beg, shrugging off the guys and holding my hands out to her. She looks down the bar, making sure everyone is topped off, and then comes over to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as we slow dance.

"Did I detect a little bit of spark?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows at her suggestively.

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