Page 264 of Handsome Devil
Lex:Sounds like you’ve got it covered. (Smirk emoji.)
Dick.I stuffed my phone away.
“Whatcha doing?”
I looked up to find Dane grinning down at me, his eyes in those drunken slits, his hair tumbled over his eye. Holy shit. I’d never seen him all tousled up like this, and so… happy. And sloppy.
It was making my lady parts sing.
Apparently they liked drunk, sloppy Dane.
“I was telling your brother he’s an asshole.”
He frowned. “You don’t like Lex.”
“He wouldn’t tell me where you were for a damn month.”
“Devi,” he said, so softly it made me shiver. Goosebumps broke out on my bared cleavage. His breath drifted down my neck. “I told him not to.”
“I don’t like you either.”
“I know.”
I drew back against the seat. He was drunk-breathing in my ear. “Are you alright?” I pressed a hand to his chest and guided him out of my space. “You seem a little off balance.” He’d sat in the middle of the seat, leaning right into me.
His head bobbed and his eyes flickered closed. Was he passing out?
He swiped his hand through his hair and took a breath.
“I’m okay,” he said, his eyes meeting mine again, looking bleary. “You have nice eyes.”
I reached around him to do up his seatbelt like I was buckling in a child, then did up my own. Did he just smell my hair?
I met his eyes again.
He smiled a little.
Ugh.He was all shirtless and smelled so fucking good I could’ve licked him. But my tongue was on a Dane strike, as was the rest of me. No matter how pathetically cute-drunk he was right now, I wasn’t getting sucked into the sexy, fighty drama that was us.
Not tonight.
“Are you gonna be upset tomorrow that we left half your clothes behind?” I asked him. “Is the suit jacket worth two-hundred grand or something?”
“Naw. I don’t need it. Maybe someone else can have it.” He smiled again, a little. Then his expression grew serious. “I should do that more often.”
“Do what?”
“Give people stuff,” he said seriously.
God, he was cute when his thought process was all slowed down and his guard was down, and he couldn’t be all stony-icy-imperious.
We just stared at each other. I had no idea what he was thinking behind those bleary eyes. Was he thinking?
“There was this guy who cleaned the ice,” he said suddenly. “Whawas his name?” His forehead creased as he concentrated. “Bennie. Bernie? I bought him a house.”
What the hell was he talking about? “What ice?”
“At the rink. Where we played hockey.”
