When You're Back - Abbi Glines Page 0,9

sunkissed glow of her skin. I met her gaze, and my breath hitched. Her long dark hair was pulled to the side and draped over one shoulder. As always, her makeup was minimal. I wouldn’t be able to let her out of my sight tonight.

“You’re gorgeous, baby. Maybe we should just stay here,” I said, honestly considering it.

Reese’s smile brightened, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Uh, yeah . . . I guess blue jeans will do,” Aida said hesitantly.

Reese’s face fell immediately, and worry touched her brow. I knew her wardrobe was limited. She didn’t have designer clothing like the other women who would be at this barbecue, but no one there would hold a candle to Reese. An expensive dress couldn’t compete with her.

“I thought it was a barbecue. I can find something dressier. I didn’t know—”

“You’re perfect. So perfect I’m not leaving your side all night,” I told her.

She glanced from Aida to me, still looking unsure of herself.

“He’s right. You’ll do. We need to go, or we’ll be more than just fashionably late,” Aida said at my side.

I walked over to Reese and pulled her to me. “You’re breathtaking. I swear.” I slid my hand to rest on her lower back and led her to the door.

Aida forced a smile and turned to leave.

“She looks so nice. I should find something dressier. I do have heels,” Reese said.

“No. She’s overdressed,” I assured her.

Reese didn’t relax, like she wasn’t sure she believed me.

Aida went to the passenger side of my truck and opened the door to climb in first. I paused for a moment, then led Reese to my side and helped her climb into the cab so she could sit in the middle seat beside me. I didn’t want to hurt Aida’s feelings by asking her to get out and let Reese in first. I climbed up behind Reese and settled in.

“I won’t be able to reach the radio,” Aida said, clearly annoyed. I didn’t think she had intentionally meant to sit between Reese and me, but I wasn’t sure.

“Good,” I replied. I never liked it when Aida controlled the radio.

Once I had us headed toward the main road, I slipped my hand over Reese’s bare thigh and squeezed. That small gesture seemed to ease her some.

“Who will be at this party? Just the people in town?” Reese asked.

“Everyone the Stouts do business with. Bankers, lawyers, ranchers, and then the folks from their restaurant chain who own one of their franchises. They fly in from everywhere,” Aida said, sounding pleased with herself.

Reese stiffened again.

“You make the Stouts sound more important than they are,” I said to Aida, shooting her an annoyed glance.

Aida shrugged. “They are to those of us whose fathers aren’t legendary rock stars.”

“My father is a rancher,” I replied, not liking the fact that she’d brought up Kiro. I didn’t talk about my biological father much. He wasn’t a part of my life; my stepdad was the one who had actually raised me. My only connection to Kiro was through Harlow. He had been a much bigger presence in my half sister’s life.

“Whatever, Mase. You have fame in your blood. Get over it,” Aida said, and smirked at me.

Reese smoothed her skirt nervously. She was worried about this damn barbecue now. I wanted to forget the stupid thing. I didn’t want to force her to do anything that upset her.

“We can go home now. You just say the word,” I told her, squeezing her thigh again.

“What? No, we can’t! I’m not missing this party.” Aida’s high-pitched whine was out of line.

“I want to go,” Reese said, and leaned into me.

“If you decide you want to go home at any point, just tell me. I’ll get Aida a ride.” I ignored the glare Aida was shooting my way.

Reese didn’t say anything; she just leaned in even closer to my side.

The large iron gates stood open, and a couple of large men in suits stood at the entrance. I stopped and rolled down the window.

“Name?” The man asked.

“Mase Colt,” I replied, leaving the Manning off of my name. Most people around here thought of me as a Colt.

He nodded. “Welcome, Mr. Colt. You may proceed.”

I followed the extravagant brick drive until we came up to the front of the three-story house, which was bigger than most folks’ homes around here. The valet stood waiting, but I wasn’t letting some kid in a tux park my truck.

When the valet approached, he had a fake