The sensation was new. Weird.
Strong.
Her body had never had this kind of reaction to anyone…ever. She was at a loss as to how to fight it or even if she should.
Yeah, she definitely should.
So why were her instincts yelling at her to move closer?
Emily wasn’t sure how long she sat there gazing into those gorgeous green/brown eyes, but the sound of a plate hitting the table with a thud in front of Holden had her jumping backward as if caught doing something bad.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. It slipped from my hand.” A red-faced Colby quickly shifted the burger dish closer to Holden.
Holy hell, Emily’s heart was beating freaking hard in her chest. She glanced over at Lyndsey, noting a half concerned, half amused gleam in her friend’s eyes.
Ignoring both, she turned her attention to the others at the table and noted that the rest of the men had already received their food.
“Really sorry about that, Holden,” Colby said, scooping up the fries that had fallen from the plate onto the table. “I’ll be back with another order.”
As the woman scurried away, the band retook the stage after a fifteen-minute break and started off with a popular song.
“Oh, that has our name on it,” Lyndsey said, rising to her feet, but not before leaning over to give Gabe a quick kiss. “You guys eat, we’ll be back.”
Emily didn’t need a second invitation. Great songanda great way to escape from Holden’s uncanny hold on her? Oh, yeah, she was in, and so were Christa and Isla. They left their chairs to follow her and Lyndsey to the already hopping dance floor.
By the time the second song finished and the third one began, Emily was a little winded and a lot weirded out. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. As she continued to dance, sheglanced at the crowd and her heart lurched at the sight of a dark-haired bulky man leaving the floor.
Shit.
Was that Perez?
Chapter Seven
Emily’s pulse leveled out as uncertainty set in. No. It wasn’t.
At least, she didn’t think so.
“What’s wrong?” Lyndsey asked, leaning close enough for her to hear as they continued to dance.
Since she’d only seen the back of the guy and not his face, Emily shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Saying the man’s name out loud would ruin the night. Her friend wouldn’t hesitate to alert the men, then they would start searching the crowd and even if it was Perez, he hadn’t done anything. No. It was best to keep it vague.
“Bullshit. Spill it.” Lyndsey stopped dancing and pulled her to a halt.
Isla and Christa followed suit. “What’s wrong?”
“That’s what I’m waiting for Emily to explain.” Lyndsey set a hand on her hip and raised a brow.
Great. She knew that look. It was her friend’s famous unmovable hippopotamus look she’d perfected in her pre-teens.
She shrugged again. “It’s nothing, really. It just feels like someone is watching me.”
“Oh, is that all?” Lyndsey grinned, her concern and thehippowere gone. “There is someone watching you. Holden can’t seem to take his gaze off your ass.”
“Now who’s bullshitting?” She smirked and refused to look back at their table…until she did, and sure enough, Holden was watching her. In fact, all the men at the table were watching them.
“Do you think they’re wondering why we stopped dancing?” Isla asked.
