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“Told you you wouldn’t have any trouble here.”
“This is crazy for a Wednesday night.”
I scooted closer and raised my voice to be heard. “That’s because of the drag show earlier. Gets people all amped up.”
“How can you possibly complain about not being able to get laid?” Sam scanned the dance floor. “It seems like the greater challenge here would be walking out without actually getting laid. I’m pretty sure at least two guys that I saw were getting handies near a table, and there was one girl with her hand definitely in the other’s skirt.” He nudged me when I didn’t say anything. “I was waiting for something more along the lines of an answer. C’mon, I’m genuinely curious.” He leaned against the bar and swept the crowd again. “What about that guy?”
I followed Sam’s gaze to a brunet guy about my height and shrugged unenthusiastically. “He’s okay. I see him here a lot. Kind of skeezy.”
“Okay, ummm.” Sam swung a look in another direction. “Guy with the hipster glasses. He looks intellectual and not skeezy. Seems like something you’d be into.”
“The hipster or intellectual part? He’ll probably want to talk about feelings while I blow him.” I wrinkled my nose.
Sam balked, then barked out a laugh. “If he’s talking about how good it feels, that’s not necessarily a bad thing?”
“You know what I mean.”
“You’re just making shit up. Okay, dude in the backwards ball cap, white T-shirt. Built.” Sam tried to subtly point with his elbow. I eyed the guy assessingly.
“Maybe.”
“Weeks ago you were ready to bang anyone under sixty-five.”
“It was a low moment. Besides, we’re not here looking for me. We’re looking for you, right? So how about any of those guys you just pointed out?”
Sam wrinkled his nose.
“Ha! See?”
“My issues are different.” He shook his head. “I’ve got a theory about you, though. You know what I think? I think you’re not actually that interested in hooking up. I think you want something meaningful.”
“Ewww, gross. You keep that kink to yourself.”
He shoved my shoulder as I laughed.
Tazla bumped into me from behind, and Sam caught hold of my waist as Tazla rested his chin on my shoulder and grinned at us. “Can we switch so I’m the sandwich filling?”
I bumped my ass back against him. “No.”
“Fine,” he pouted, then grabbed us both by the wrist. “Back on the floor.”
Tazla instantly Velcroed himself to my back while Sam once again bobbed in a sea of eager partners. We lost ourselves in the music for a couple of songs, and when I blinked open my eyes again, Sam was dancing with Sawyer Harker.
“Oh my god,” Tazla laughed. “You’d better go save him.”
I elbowed my way over and cut in when Sawyer did a flashy spin, trying to impress Sam.
I grinned cheerfully at his resulting scowl and twisted around, resting my back against Sam’s chest and grinding against him as I tipped my mouth toward his ear. “You don’t want him. That’s Sawyer, and he has a big mouth. Not the fun kind, but the kind that’s gonna shareallyour business with the whole world and any neighboring planet within range. If you’re trying to keep things quiet, he’s not your guy.”
“Shit. He seemed cool.”
“Yeah, that’s his MO. He seems like the sweetest, most harmless little thing in the world, and you’ll spill all your secrets to him. Next thing you know, he’s telling everyone within a five-foot radius about the time you got crabs from trying on your stepbrother’s jock strap.”
Sam’s chest rumbled against my back with laughter. “Speaking from experience there?”
“No! He did that to my friend. Anyway, he’s not your guy.”
I spun around and looped my arms around Sam’s neck, curious to see whether he’d let me linger or put distance between us like he’d done with everyone else. “You said your issues were different. What’d you mean?”