Page 31 of Wrecked
“Good,” he murmured.
Slowly, she lifted her chin. The second her gaze met his, their connection was immediate and powerful.
The song ended. The guests started applauding while Hawk and Addison stood there staring into each other’s eyes, the energy whizzing around them.
She shook her head, let him go, and marched back toward their table.
Ah, fuck.
In a few strides, he caught up with her, wrapped his hand around her arm and guided her over to the side, away from the tables. “You can do better than him.”
“Seriously?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m not joking.”
A growl shot out of her and she narrowed her gaze. “Stay out of my business,” she warned.
* * *
Addison loved hanging with Hawk’s family. They were so many of them and they were a lot of fun. They were nothing like her own small, fragmented family.
At the moment, though, she was not happy with Hawk. Why should he care if she went out with his cousin? It’s not liketheywere going out.
She’d agreed to go to the wedding because she and Hawk had the best time together. They were always laughing and joking. On a mission, they had each other’s back. The relationship they’d built outside of work only strengthened their bond at work. But his territorial behavior was pissing her the hell off. She owed him nothing when it came to his cousin and she couldn’t understand why he’d even care.
She returned to their table and struck up a convo with Prescott, who’d been gone for weeks. She had a zillion questions about his mission, but she couldn’t talk shop. So, they chatted about the weather and current events. Anything and everything that she could think of because she just wanted neutral.
Hawk was eyeing her like she needed a bodyguard and Tommy was leering at her like he could pounce at any moment.
Lunch was served. She’d pre-selected the fish. Hawk had gotten the chicken.
“Addison,” he said.
She acknowledged him, but she did not smile.
“Try this.” He held out his fork. “It’s got a little heat, just the way you like it.”
She eyed the utensil.
He shot her an encouraging smile. “Go on.”
She opened her mouth, he slid the fork in. She pulled off the morsel and chewed. He was right. It was prepared exactly how she liked it. “It’s good.”
“You want half?”
They shared their entrees when they went out to eat.
“Salmon?” she asked.
“Bring it.”
She forked off the flaky meat and fed him. His gaze never left hers while he pulled it off the fork. After swallowing, he said, “Nice.”
They each sliced off a portion of their protein and moved it to the other’s plate. When he placed his hand on her upper back and offered a gentle caress, relief coursed through her.
Back on track, she smiled. Now, he was acting normal.
After lunch, and more dancing, the newlyweds cut the cake and fed each other. Lamar threatened to smear frosting all over Kerri’s mouth. Instead, he gave her a small bite, followed by a tender kiss.
