Page 28 of Wrecked
“Yeah, why?”
Tommy nibbled the inside of his cheek. “Bro, I don’t usually… er… kiss and tell, but Addison and I, we got together a coupla times at these private parties.”
What the hell?
Normally chill, heat blasted Hawk’s chest. He wasn’t expecting that, and he didn’t much like hearing it either.
“Look, Nicky, I’m still interested in her,” Tommy added.
Hawk wanted to tell him to go for it, but the words got stuck in his throat. “You mean, you slept with her?”
Tommy raked his fingers through his hair, tucked a chunk behind his ear. “Shit happens, you know? If you guys were together, I wouldn’t have said anything, but—” he smiled— “you’re just friends.”
The bridesmaid Hawk escorted down the aisle hurried over. “Hi, Hawk.” She curled her fingers around his bicep and smiled up at him. “Can I get another escort?”
Hawk’s smile made her flush. “This is my cousin, Tommy,” Hawk said.
“How’s it going?” Tommy asked.
“Hey! Aren’t you having the best time?” The bridesmaid slid her gaze back to Hawk. “I think we have to sit together.”
A surge of testosterone had him wanting to find Addison. “I’m not sitting at the head table.”
“Dang. Save me a dance.” The bridesmaid scooted into the crowd.
Tommy’s smile grew bigger. “I can hang with Addison if you want to spend time with—”
“No.” The biting edge in Hawk’s tone was too intense.
Take it down a few.
He swept the room. Addison stood alone on the other side of the tent.
“I’ll talk to you, babe.” Without waiting for Tommy’s response, Hawk took off toward his date.
Frustration coursed through him. He and Addison were work partners who’d become close friends. Never one to get jealous, he hated knowing that his cousin had been intimate with her.
Fucking hated it.
It wasn’t his business. He shouldn’t care… but he did.
After pulling the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he tapped one out, and lit up. One long draw didn’t take the damn edge off. As he made his way over, he checked her out.
She’s rocking that dress.
Pulling to a stop inches away, he peered into her eyes. “Hey.”
Addison regarded him for an extra beat. “What’s wrong?”
She knows me well.
“All good,” he bit out. “We’re at table two.”
He took another drag, then a few steps. He glanced over. No Addison. She hadn’t moved, her hands hitched on her hips, her eyebrows jutting into her forehead.
On a growl, he walked back over. “What?”
“What is up with you?”
