to you, and I can’t because you won’t return my calls.” She swallowed, her hands twisting in the fabric of her dress. “With what you went through with your mom, you’re the only one who gets how scared I am. I—I just needed to see you tonight and tell you.”
Her mum?
I scrubbed my jaw, remembering Mrs. Brown as a sweet lady who resembled Nadia, only softer and always asking if I needed anything when we’d been at her parents’ house a few times for dinner. I exhaled and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry for your mum. Cancer sucks more than anything I know.”
She sniffed and snuggled into my chest, so I ended up wrapping my arms around her.
“God, you smell so good,” she murmured against my chest.
I stared down at her. “Nadia—”
She cupped my face. “Don’t talk. Just kiss me, Declan.”
THE SONG ENDED and I took off to go back inside. I told myself it was just to find a restroom, but I also really wanted to see where Declan went. Stalker? Maybe.
I wandered around until I passed one of the smaller rooms and out of my peripheral gaze caught a couple embracing.
I stopped and backed up to get a better view.
I really shouldn’t spy, but it was Declan and Nadia who stood in front of a chair, giving me a view of their torsos as they held each other. She pulled his head down and kissed him hungrily as her hands ran through his hair. He let it go on for a while but then disentangled her hands as he said something I couldn’t hear.
Holding my breath, I leaned forward to try and catch their conversation.
I don’t know why I cared so much. He’d turned me down and let me know I wasn’t his type, which was damn ironic considering I’d rejected his brother—not that it had fazed Dax in the least.
Yells and whoops reached my ears as a sudden influx of partiers came into the house. Declan and Nadia turned toward the door, and afraid of getting caught snooping, I ducked down to my knees.
Had they seen me? I closed my eyes.
How had I gotten myself in this mess?
Because you had to pee, I responded to myself. And because you came to this stupid party.
Praying the chair hid me, I moved in a slow duck crawl toward the hallway and hopefully a toilet.
Black Converse shoes stopped in front of me, and I looked up into the amused eyes of Dax. He peered down at me with a quizzical look. “Enjoying yourself?”
Think fast, Elizabeth.
“Just looking for my contact,” I said, patting the hardwood floor. “It popped out while I was looking for the restroom.”
“Ah. You need some help then? It’s rather dark in here.”
“No, I’m fine.” Pat, pat.
A few ticks went by.
I kept crawling around. Playing cool. Hoping he’d walk away. Praying.
I chanced a look up to see him watching me in amusement.
“Are you sure you don’t need help? That floor is terribly dirty.”
“I don’t mind a little dirt. Improves your immune system. I ate it daily as a toddler.”
He laughed. “Why don’t you just confess you were staring at my brother and Nadia? Besides, I can see straight down your dress when you’re on your hands and knees. I don’t mind the view of your tits but figured you’d want to know.”
Dammit!
“Fine.” I stood up, brushing my dress down. “For your information, I don’t wear contacts. I just happened to be walking by and saw them, and you have to admit, they’re intense. It’s like a soap opera. Obviously I lack social skills and I’m nosey.”
“Indeed.”
His lofty English accent only made my mortification worse.
I buried my face in my hands. “I should never have come to this party in the first place. I’m way out of my comfort zone, and your brother … well, I tried to flirt—pick him up, to be honest—and it blew up in my face.”
“You fancy my brother?” His tone was surprised.
I peeked through my fingers. “And by fancy you mean like?”
He smirked. “As you Americans like to say, duh.”
I bit my lip. “I barely know him.”
Dax looked over my shoulder, eyes narrowed. “He’s coming out now. Let’s pretend to be madly in love.”
“What?” He was crazier than I was.
He sent me a long look. “Let’s give him something to think about … make him jealous. Kiss me.”
I held my hands up to ward him off. “I don’t kiss guys with liquor on their breath—and probably a venereal disease.”
He clutched his