Page 21 of The Saviors: Part One

Kai shrugs. “She’s funny.”

Sean has a bemused look on his face. “I’m freaking hilarious, and you never laugh at me.”

“You’re an asshole. There’s a difference,” Kai responds, causing me to giggle.

I look over at Sean, and he’s pouting. “Aw. You’re not an asshole.” I rub the side of his face, and he gives that dimpled grin.

Kai snorts. “Don’t encourage him.”

They start throwing jabs back and forth at each other, causing me to laugh harder than I have in a long time. You can tell how well they know each other. Before long, I’m squirming in my chair. It’s hurting my ass, and I have to pee.

“I’ll be back,” I tell the guys and slide off the stool. My heels wobble when my feet hit the floor, and Kai’s hand flashes out to steady me.

“You okay?” he asks with concern.

“Yep. I’ve just been sitting too long.”

I head to the bathroom after I get my balance under control. Heels and alcohol should never be mixed.

I relieve myself, wash my hands, and pull the door open. Stepping outside, I run into somebody. Apologizing, I look up to the drunk guy from earlier.

He gets in my space, pushing me against the wall. “Hey, baby. Get rid of that douche already?”

I frown. “He’s not a douche. And he’s still sitting out there.”

“But he’s not here. Fuck. Your tits are perfect.”

He leans in close, and I close my eyes. I can handle myself in normal situations, but being crowded by someone bigger causes a part of my brain to shut down. The alcohol in my system isn’t helping matters either.

Before I can so much as breathe, he disappears. I snap my eyes open, and my mouth drops. Kai has his big hand around the guy’s throat, pushing him against the wall.

He’s at least six-foot-six now that I’m standing next to him.

“The next time you put a hand on her, I will rip your heart out with my fist. You need to fucking leave. Learn how to talk to a lady.”

Kai lets go and steps back. The guy nearly trips over himself, trying to get away. He looks over at me. In the light of the hallway, I can tell his eyes are indeed a weird shade of black. They’re beautiful.

“I was worried. I came to check on you,” he says by way of explanation.

I smile and walk up to him, I see him take a small step back.What was that about?

“You’re my favorite again,” I tell him

He chuckles. “Sean won’t like that. He’s talking to your friend Amber. She said she’s heading out.”

“That’s not anything new from any other Friday night,” I laugh.

He frowns. “She leaves you here alone?”

“Uh yeah. I’m a grown-up. And contrary to what has happened tonight, I don’t have guys dying to talk to me.”

His frown deepens, but he doesn’t comment. I walk back out to the bar, him close behind me. We slide back onto our stools.

“He’s my favorite again,” I inform Sean.

“How did he swing that?” Sean asks with a smile.

“He defended my honor in the bathroom hallway.”