“To see where this goes.”
A smile cracked Rome’s mouth, and then his megawatt movie-star smile was on full display.
Drew lifted his glass. “I vote we keep him.”
“You don’t get a vote,” Hudson said.
“The hell I don’t.”
“You’re not a Montgomery.”
“I’m voting on Sawyer’s behalf, so actually, my vote counts double.”
“Why do you all look like you’re interrogating my boyfriend?” Sawyer was back, hands low on his hips as he death-stared the trio of troublemakers, though there was an amused tilt to his mouth.
“Because we were,” Rome said with a shrug.
“Jesus, I leave you alone for five minutes with him and you turn it into a full FBI investigation?”
“It’s called due diligence,” Drew said.
“It’s called being a pain in the ass.” Sawyer stepped in beside me, his shoulder brushing against mine. “Everything good?” he asked.
“Of course. We were just getting to know each other.”
He pursed his lips as if not believing that, but then he nodded. “If you say so. But how about you three”—he faced them again—“back offbefore I start sharing childhood stories you don’t want out there.”
Hudson groaned and ran a hand over his face. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I will. Remember the time?—”
“Nope,” Rome cut in. “We’re done here.”
Sawyer smirked, then leaned in toward me, lowered his head, and wrapped his lips around the straw of my drink. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he finished it off.
“Come on,” he said, reaching for my hand. “You owe me a dance.”
15
SAWYER
SEEING MY BROTHERS giving Beckett the third degree had me panicking for all of two seconds before I realized there was no need. No one was calmer under pressure than the man I’d chosen to spend the week with, and he wouldn’t divulge anything that would put either of us in a bad light.
Like the fact that I was paying him to be my boyfriend.Not exactly something we wanted out there.
“I owe you a dance, huh?” Beckett said, his fingers tightening on mine as I tugged him through the crowd, weaving us through the glow sticks and neon and nineties fashion.
“Yes. You do. I saved you from my brothers.” I grinned at him over my shoulder. “That’s basically a heroic act.”
“Pretty sure I handled myself.”
“Oh, you did. But now we’re even.”
“For?”
I turned around, stopping us in the center of the dance floor. “You pulled me out of Peter’s orbit earlier. I pulled you out of a full interrogation. Feels fair.”
Beckett nodded, and while he should’ve looked ludicrous in that vintage tracksuit, he was so good looking that he pulled it off. Could pull off anything, apparently.