And I fucking recognized him. Really wasn’t much to remember about him, other than the fact that the only other time I’d ever seen this dude, he was talking to Courteney in a bar.
Blair. That’s what she’d said his name was when she tried to introduce me to him at the Back Door just over a month ago.
That fucking night.
That fuckingguy.
He’d weaseled his way over to her in the crowd, and he was talking to her.
I just kept watching.
I watched him walk away. And good fucking riddance.
Maybe she’d told him to fuck off.
Jordan elbowed me and leaned in to talk to me. Something about an afterparty later? I tried to listen.
Then I sat back and tried to pay attention to what else was going on in the room. The music. Summer’s show.
You know, what I was here for.
She was spinning that “Jackie Chan” remix; it must’ve been the dance song of the summer or something. You couldn’t walk into a club without hearing it lately.
Courteney was dancing to it, hopping up and down with Shayla and shaking that fantastic ass of hers.
I’d been asking around about DJ Summer ever since Ash asked me to join a band with her, and word on the street was that the girl was an incredible composer; had a serious talent for weaving hit songs by other DJs in with her original music. I already knew her reputation as queen of the local party scene, and I could see why she’d earned it. Judging by the energy in the room, the bodies packing the dance floor, DJ Summer knew how to give people what they wanted.
Jordan got up to dance, with a couple of her girlfriends, though her brunette friend stayed right where she was—next to me. As I watched them go, I spotted fucking Blair again. Working his way back over to Courteney.
I watched him nudge her arm and start talking to her again.
Motherfucker.
Dude had to be like thirty-five.
This time, he had a drink in each hand. He handed one to Courteney.
And she fucking took it.
I was on my feet before she could take a sip. Brunette girl jumped as I tossed her hand off my leg. I watched, but Courteney didn’t lift the glass to her lips. She leaned in to say something to this asshole, and I was over there pretty fucking fast.
I felt Lucas on my tail like a hulking shadow.
I plucked the drink right out of her hand and put it on a table.
Fucking déjà vu.
“Hey!” she cried, startled. Then her eyes went wide when she saw the look on my face. Granted, I was pretty sure I didn’t look fucking thrilled to see her.
Really wouldn’t love any guy moving in on Courteney in a bar, but I definitely didn’t love this guy. I didn’t even bother saying a word. I just grabbed Courteney’s hand and dragged her away, as Lucas stepped in to talk to scumbag and make sure he didn’t follow us.
I’d managed to get her over to the other side of the VIP area, to the back wall—where an exit sign hung above the hallway that led backstage. A bouncer stood by the door, watching us.
When Courteney dug her heels in and swatted at my hand, I let her go. But I stood between her and the club, trapping her against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I’m taking you home.” I pointed at the door. “Get your ass outside.”