“West is coming toward you looking super intense. He’s—I think he just shoved someone out of the way and—” “Bea.” Jamie’s arm is around mine, tucking me against him. “Jamie!” I frown at him over my shoulder. “What are you doing?” His cheeks are pink. There’s an intense glint to his hazel eyes as he sets my drink on a neighboring bar-height table. “Stand still for a second.”
