She had every head in the bar turned toward her. McKenna and Beatrix were looking extraordinarily satisfied on either side of her, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was their handiwork.

Jamie bit her lip, her hands held up against her chest like a frightened mouse. She looked uncertain, and his Jamie never looked uncertain.

He wondered what in the hell had inspired her to do this.

She walked over to the table, her movements unsteady, and sat down beside him. Across from Wyatt.

“Well, you look...different,” Wyatt said.

Jamie’s dark lashes swept downward. Then she looked back up. “I thought I would celebrate my win by looking a little fancy.”

“Okay, then,” Wyatt said.

“You look beautiful,” Gabe said.

Wyatt’s sharp gaze caught his, and Jamie looked over at him with wide eyes. “Thank you,” she responded.

“Don’t mention it. I’ll buy you a drink,” Gabe said.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, looking over at Wyatt, a little bit nervously.

“This round is on me. For everyone,” Gabe said, getting up and heading toward the bar.

It took a moment for him to realize that there was a clicking sound coming from behind him. And that the clicking sound was Jamie.

She was tottering on the heels, as fast as she could go on them, as quickly as she could move in the tight dress.

“You don’t have to do that,” she reiterated.

“I want to,” he said, touching her arm.

“Do you really think I look pretty?” she asked, breathless, gazing up at him from behind her lashes.

Gabe swallowed hard. “If your brother wasn’t here, I would take you in that bathroom and screw you senseless against the wall.”

“Would we get to carve our names in there?” she asked, suddenly looking keen.

Her response surprised him. “You know about that?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. Everyone knows about that. I mean, my brother’s name is in there. I asked him about it. I didn’t like the answer.”

“And Luke Hollister’s name, too, I hear.”

“And Olivia’s now,” Jamie pointed out.

He blinked. “Now, that is a surprise.”

“People are surprising,” she said, tugging at the hem of her dress.

“I would say so,” he said.

They walked over to the bar together, and she leaned against it. He looked behind her, at all the male gazes currently staring at her ass. Meanwhile, her brothers were exchanging looks around the table, all of them a little bit grumpy.

“You’re getting attention,” he said.

“Am I?” She looked up at him, so comically uncertain.

Her eyes looked larger than normal, and she had such a vulnerable expression on her face now it only exaggerated it.

“Yeah,” he said. “None of these men knew you had an ass like that, Jamie. Only I did. That was my secret.”

Just saying that thrilled him in ways he couldn’t explain. He was a total damn caveman when it came to Jamie.

“Are you upset that I shared it?” she asked, her tone overly innocent. He wouldn’t be surprised if she would enjoy the idea of him being upset. Apparently, their relationship stripped them both back to some pretty elemental basics.