Page 73 of Reticent

He takes a picture of my feet. “I’m digging those shoes with that dress. It’s very you.”

“I’ll probably get married in Converse.”

His smile falters, and his brown eyes take in my ring finger.

“I don’t mean soon. I’m not engaged,” I say with a chuckle.

“Good,” Dru says, his expression turning more serious.

“Umm … okay. I’ll meet you at the flower wall soon. Should I bring Hunter?”

“Just you.” He looks in Hunter’s direction before fixing his gaze back on me. “I better get back to work. Looks like I’m in trouble.”

I look over at Hunter, who’s watching us intently. “That’s just his face. He always looks pissed.”

“Except when he’s with you. Not that I blame him.”

“Dru Cooper, are you flirting with me?” I’m joking. But wait. Is he?

“What if I am?”

“At my baby shower, though?” I shift my eyes around the room, avoiding Hunter’s gaze burning into my side.

“I know it’s unprofessional.”

“A little. Yeah.” I lower my voice.

“And I respect your situation. But think about it.”

I look around the room guiltily, hoping no one is listening to this conversation. “Think about what?”

“You and me. Not right now because you have a lot going on. But someday.”

“I need to get back to my guests.” What a bizarre fucking day.

Dru bows his head in acceptance and takes a step back. “See you soon for those pictures.”

“Yeah,” I say before walking away. Hunter was right.

* * *

Hunter settles his hand on my back almost possessively while we talk with his friends.

“I’m sorry we were late,” Fatima says. “We’re still jet-lagged, and Quentin forgot to set the alarm.”

“Guilty as charged,” he says.

“How was Amsterdam?” Hunter asks, bringing a flute of champagne to his lips.

“So much fun.” Fatima winks. “But we cut our trip short for this. Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

“Not a chance,” Quentin adds.

“Aww. Thank you,” I say.

“Girl.” Fatima waves her hand.

“Hunter said you’re from New York?” Quentin says.