Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,31

when she spots me heading her way. I don’t know why, but it has me smirking. I love her reaction to my presence. It makes my dick hard. She’s fighting so hard to not want me, but I’m good, and soon, she won’t be able to resist.

Her body locks and her gaze doesn’t move away from me. When her friend realises Evie is no longer listening, she turns to see me approaching and begins to laugh.

I arch my eyebrow at the two guys about to approach and snigger when both of their shoulders drop in defeat.

Yeah, move the fuck along.

“Evelyn,” I greet when I reach their table, pulling a chair from the table one over and dragging it over to theirs.

“She really hates being called that,” her friend murmurs.

I grin. “I know.”

“Um, what are you doing?” Evie asks, glancing over at my brothers, who drag a table closer to join us.

I shuffle my chair closer, waiting for a reaction, when I say, “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Interrupting a private conversation,” she sasses, a rebellious glint in her eyes.

Jimmy times his arrival perfectly, setting drinks on both tables. “I’ll put it on your tab.”

Eli hands drinks to the girls. “Here you go. Bottoms up.”

“I’m not one to turn down a free drink,” her friend announces, taking a swig.

“Why do you look upset?” I ask Evie, keeping my voice low as I lean in closer.

Instead of answering me, she takes the new drink placed on the table and downs it.

Laughter spills out of me. Tonight is going to be fun. She doesn’t know it yet, but I plan for her to open up, and what better way than liquid courage. She is making this so fucking easy and she doesn’t even know it.

I just don’t want her too drunk because I have plans. Plans that don’t involve an inebriated or unconscious Evie.

CHAPTER EIGHT

WYATT

Evie wasn’t just one type of drunk, she was a bunch. At first, she tried to act like she wasn’t drunk, even going so far as to say she wasn’t drunk. This was after she spent an hour pretending we weren’t here and instead chose to drink her problems away. It took us a while to get her to join the conversation and get her out of her sour mood. It was cute to see her try to pointedly ignore me. I would have believed she didn’t want me there had it not been for her body language. Her breathing would pick up and goose bumps would break across her flesh each time I got close, and whether she knew it or not, she would lean into me whenever I got close to speak to her.

Then there was the hyper/happy drunk Evie. She and her friend, Rebecca—who introduced herself once she came to the realisation Evie wouldn’t—made their own dance floor and got Jimmy, the owner, to turn the music up. It didn’t end there. Much to my surprise, some of the other punters started to get up and dance.

When she got to the crying drunk, we switched her vodka to water, which is when we were met with angry drunk Evie. My T-shirt is still drying from where she threw her drink all over me, all because she didn’t like that I was too good looking. There was also something about hating her blood, but I ignored that. She was lucky it was water because this is my favourite shirt.

Now it seems we have wisdom drunk Evie. She slouches forward, her chin resting on the palm of her hand.

“Have you ever heard of the expression, ‘blood is thicker than water’?” she asks, only a slight slur to her voice.

I grin, placing my pint on the table. “What about it?”

“It applies to you, so you might not understand, but it’s a load of crap. Blood doesn’t make family. Becca is my family and we don’t share blood,” she explains, then pouts, turning to Becca, who is sitting closer to Eli and flirting shamelessly. “Do we?”

“No, bab,” she answers, grinning.

“What are your family like?” I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her intake of breath has me inwardly smiling.

“You don’t want to know. They’re—"

“Why don’t you ask him his opinion on your thoughts about the earth,” Becca lightly orders, giving Evie a pointed look.

She’s done this a couple of times tonight. Whenever I try to ask personal questions that involve family, Rebecca intervenes and diverts the conversation. When I asked if there was something wrong after