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“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” Mason turns his angry eyes on Gemma.
“Mason, we’re twenty-three. We’re allowed to dance with guys if we want to.”
Now that the two guys are gone, everyone is starting to go back to their drinks.
“Not if you’re going to start fights.”
“Would you relax, Mason?” Ivy tells him. “God, why are you being like this?”
It wouldn’t surprise me to see steam shooting out of his eyes as he locks eyes with Ivy. The two of them look like they’re ready to scream at each other.
“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t insist on coming out tonight.”
“Oh, fuck off, Mason! We weren’t doing anything wrong!”
“Umm, are these two going to be okay?” I whisper to Gemma.
Peter, Nash, Gemma, and now the people around us, are staring at these two fighting.
“Why is Mason so worked up?” Peter asked.
“This is even better than reality TV.” Nash’s eyes are bouncing between the two of them.
Gemma leans ever so slightly into me.
“You okay?” I ask, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. The minute my fingers touch her exposed shoulder, goose bumps break out over her skin.
“Ready to get out of here.”
“Mason,” I call out, interrupting the two fuming people in front of us. “I’m taking Gemma home. Will you make sure Ivy gets home?”
His nods, giving me an approving look.
Huh. Maybe he’s not so hard to win over.
“Thanks.” Mason turns a hard eye on Peter. “Can you maybe not let them drink so much next time?”
“Hey. They’re not drunk. You guys just got shitty that they were dancing with other people. Don’t blame me.”
Mason growls again.
“Let’s go,” I murmur to Gemma.
“Wait. I need my coat.”
Gemma runs over to where she was sitting, waves goodbye at Peter and Nash, and makes her way back over to me.
I want to reach out to her. Take her hand in mine. Devour her lips that look fucking perfect right now.
But I can’t. She’s not mine to take.
Opening the door, I help Gemma into the front seat and run around the car.
There’s a bite to the air still. Even though spring is right around the corner, winter is still hanging on.
We’re both quiet as I point the car back toward the ranch. It’s not an uncomfortable silence.
“I didn’t see you tonight.” Gemma breaks the silence.
