“Fuck ’em. You don’t know them. They don’t know you,” I said and then my mouth dropped open. “Sorry. That whole ‘fuck ’em’ part was kind of rude. I’m a bit buzzed.”

Her eyes widened and then she grinned. “I like buzzy Jillian.”

Buzzy Jillian liked her too. I refocused on Brock. “You . . . you know what?”

He took a sip of his water and then was leaning into me again, and I really, really liked that. And I also liked that his dark eyes warmed when he looked me. “What?”

“You seem chill,” I lowered my voice.

“Chill?” He dipped his chin toward me, his dark eyes glittering. “When wasn’t I chill?”

I shrugged. My shoulder knocked into his. “You were all stone face earlier. You know, jaw clenched and quiet.”

“Stone face? That’s a new description.” His gaze flickered across the table before settling on me. “I was just dealing with some stuff.”

Oh. That sounded so dramatic. “What stuff?”

“Stuff,” he repeated, and somehow his mouth ended up closer to mine. So close, that I could feel his breath on my lips. “I’ll tell you about it later. Okay?”

I was staring at his mouth. “Okay.” I had no idea what I was agreeing to, but those lips were lush and curved up.

Brock chuckled again, the deep rich sound that made me feel giddy. Well, giddier than I already felt. Wait. Was giddier a word?

Avery leaned into Cam and tilted her head tilted back as she gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him down to whisper something. His eyes widened slightly and then a knowing grin stretched his lips.

“It’s time for us to leave.” Cam raised his hand, looking around for the waiter.

Teresa arched a brow as Avery giggled again, and all I could think was someone was definitely going to get laid tonight.

Lucky.

The waiter appeared and a couple of blurry minutes later, Avery and I were clinging to one another, saying goodbye, and I tried to hug Teresa, and then I was sitting in Brock’s car.

“Your car is so fancy,” I told him, reaching for the seatbelt. I missed it and reached for it again. “So fancy-smancy.”

Brock laughed as he shut my door. I managed to get myself buckled in by the time he was behind the wheel. “You doing okay over there?”