Page 12 of Shadow's Surrender
The voices grew fainter when he entered the room and walked over to Eli.
“Where the hell have you been?” Eli asked.
“Club business,” he said knowing that would end all questioning. “I’m gonna grab one last drink and take off.”
Eli nodded. “I’m surprised you stayed as long as you did.”
“It’s a good party,” he said as he grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be hitched, dude.”
“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found Brooke. It just happened. You’ll find out when the right woman comes into your life.”
Shadow drained his glass. “Not much chance of that happening. I like my life the way it is—uncomplicated. I can have all the chicks I want, so why settle for one?”
“When you meet the right one, she’ll be the only one you’ll want.”
“Not for me, dude, but I’m happy for you.”
Shadow saw Scarlett waltz into the room looking calm and collected. No one would’ve guessed that she’d just got her brains fucked out. She had poise, he had to give her that. And damn … the pretty socialite was one of his better fucks.
A tall man in an expensive-looking suit came over to her and slipped his arm around her small waist. She smiled warmly at him, but her gaze drifted to Shadow’s and he lifted his chin at her. She then wrapped her arm around the dude’s neck and kissed him. Shadow chuckled and turned toward Eli and Brooke.
“I’m outta here,” he said.
“So soon?” Brooke said.
“Yeah—I got some stuff to do.”
Shadow bumped fists with Eli, then he strode out of the room without a backward glance at Scarlett.
When he entered the clubhouse, the usual Saturday night party was in full swing. He strode over to the bar where Helm, Rags, and Bones were enmeshed in a conversation.
“How was Eli’s deal?” Rags asked.
“Not bad. And for the record, people fuck strangers at engagement parties.” He clasped Helm’s shoulder then walked away, leaving his buddies dying for more information.
Shadow climbed the stairs to his room, anxious to get out of the pansy suit and join the party.
