Page 90 of Begin Again
“Trust me,” was all he said. He started moving in time with the music. From here the others could see us, for sure.
“Are you serious? You want to make himjealous?” I asked, laughing. Spencer’s touch was not demanding but friendly, and I relaxed, letting my hands rest on his waist.
“Ten,” he murmured and pulled me a bit closer.
I didn’t dare look around. “Spencer, this is a joke.”
“Nine,” he continued unmoved and led me into a spin.
Kaden would never react to such a silly alpha-male display. After all, he hadn’t even batted an eye that time Scott and I had danced together.
“Eight.”
Although nothing had happened yet between Kaden and me at that point.
“Seven.”
I was giving up hope. Kaden didn’t want me and would never want me. I’d heard what he said to his mother, and he always told her the truth
“Six.” Spencer smoothed my hair out of my face before he pulled me close again. Man, he was good. He should try this with Dawn—he’d have her eating out of his hand.
“Fi-”
Kaden appeared out of nowhere.
“What the fuck, man?” he growled, grabbing Spencer by the shirt with both hands.
Instead of showing the tiniest bit of concern, Spencer smiled. “Just because you treat her like garbage, Kaden, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to.”
Kaden punched Spencer in the face. He staggered to the floor.
“Kaden!” I cried and held him around the waist from behind.
He was trembling with anger as he shook out his hand and cursed. People nearby looked uneasy. I saw two bouncers approaching from a distance.
“Go,” hissed Spencer, struggling to his feet. His right eye was already starting to swell. He touched it and winced. “Get out of here.”
“Spence,” murmured Kaden, but Spencer lifted a hand to stop him from speaking.
“It’s all good, man. I shouldn’t have taken it so far.” He tried to smile but all he could manage was a pained grimace. Then he repeated for the last time: “Now go.”
Kaden seemed to be awakening from his shock. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the emergency exit. I hoped the doormen wouldn’t follow us.
A cold wind whipped my face as I followed Kaden past the heavy metal door. He strode across the parking lot and ran his hand through his hair.
“Dammit!”
His voice echoed.
“Kaden,” I began, but he whirled around and raised his hand.
“No,” he growled.
“Kaden, please.”
“Leave me alone, Allie. Just let it go.” He turned around and practically ran the last few yards to his Jeep. Ignoring me, he got in and started the engine.
And before I knew it, he had taken off, squealing his tires behind him.
