Ray pressed his body far too close, lips grazing my ear. His words stopped me from kneeing his groin. “Don’t look now, but one of your goons is approaching. What say we continue this conversation on the dancefloor and waylay him?” My heart leaped. Was it Briar? Coming to apologize for rubbing Nicole in my face? I looked up and sagged a little. It was Logan. He was plowing his way through the crowd with a determined stride to his gait. I snaked my hand down Ray’s arm and entwined our fingers. Tearing my face away from the jealousy in Logan’s eyes. I pulled Ray behind me to the dance floor.
