Page 79 of Hot Shot
She laughs, hugging Caleb back. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you. Brod’s told me about you,” Aubrey says to me, shaking my hand.
I smirk at the nickname. “Nice to meet you too.” I turn to Brody. “Where’s your mask, dude?”
“Right here.” He raises his hand to reveal his mask.
We chat for a while until even more guests arrive. Caleb excuses himself to make the rounds, reminding us to put our masks on as he leaves.
Jenna and Madison wander back into the room a few minutes later and make their way over to us. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my side.
“I missed you,” I whisper into her ear.
“I was barely gone for fifteen minutes.”
“Too long,” I mumble into her hair, holding her close.
Madison shakes her head at me and puts her hand out to Aubrey. “I’m Madison, Hunter’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you.”
“Aubrey. Well, Aubs to everyone except this guy.” She pokes Brody playfully in the side. He swats her hand away and shakes his head, all without breaking eye contact with Cole, who he’s deep in conversation with.
I raise an eyebrow at that interesting display of affection or flirting. I’m still not sure what’s going on between the two of them.
“Nice to meet you, Aubrey. You look like you can use a drink. I know I sure could. Want to go get one?” Madison says, pulling out of my arms. I let her go even though I don’t want to.
Aubrey nods in agreement and whispers something to Brody. Madison kisses me on the cheek, and they walk away to find drinks.
Cole excuses himself to go find his wife. I notice that Brody watches Aubrey as she follows Madison. Before I can ask him about Aubrey, Wes and Holt arrive.
“Who’s that?” Wes tips his chin toward the two women.
“Aubrey, my best friend,” Brody says.
“She’s hot. Best friend, not date or girlfriend? I think I’ll go say hi,” Wes says, turning to go the way the ladies went.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Brody growls, glaring at Wes. Wes laughs and turns back.Shit stirrer.
“Interesting,” I mutter. “Care to tell us what that’s about?”
“Nothing,” Brody says with a shake of his head.
“Then why do you care if Wes talks to her?” Holt asks the question that I’m thinking.
“She’s off-limits.”
Holt chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”
Brody rolls his eyes and stalks away.
“How long do you think it’ll take him?” Wes asks, watching Brody.
I shake my head. “A while.”
“Two minutes to midnight,” Caleb yells as he comes into the den. “Countdown is happening outside.”
“I need to go find Aubrey.” Brody sets his empty beer bottle on the coffee table, grabs his mask from the spot where we tossed them when we decided to move back inside and take a break from wearing them, and with a wave, slips out of the room.
“I should find Madison,” I say as I reach for my mask, but it’s not here. I glance up at Wes and Holt to see if they have my mask but neither of them do. But Brody’s is sitting on the ground next to the coffee table. Shit, he must have grabbed mine.
