Colton turned from Reece and he had that look on his face, that off-duty cop look. “Hey, Jillian.”

“Hi,” I squeaked out, because Brock’s hand was moving on my arm. Well, it wasn’t his entire hand. It was just his thumb. He was tracing a circle along my skin.

He lifted his bottle. “Didn’t realize you’d turned twenty-one.”

“Um,” I mumbled.

At that exact moment, Jax appeared behind the bar. His eyes widened when he saw me standing next to Brock. “Hey,” he said, crossing his arms. “You know I got mad love for you girl, but you can’t be in here. Twenty-one and under is only on Wednesday nights . . . thank God,” he added under his breath. “When did you even get here?”

I sighed inwardly. Considering I’d been here for two hours, it was kind of embarrassing how easily I went unnoticed. I could probably strip naked and no one would see me.

“Oh hell.” Brock slid his arm off my shoulders and put his beer on the bar. “Didn’t even think about that.”

My face was burning as he looked down at me. “It’s okay. We were—we were leaving anyway, right?”

Brock’s brows knitted together. “What? Oh! Shit. What time is it?”

“Um.” I started to dig my phone out, but he’d already pulled his out of his back pocket.

“Here,” a soft voice interrupted, and I looked up. It was Kristen. She was holding two shot glasses. “Do one with me, Brock.”

Brock glanced down at me, still holding his phone.

“Come on,” she coaxed, and I stiffened as my fingers tightened around the strap of my purse. “You promised me.”

“I did.” He took the shot, but he didn’t drink. His eyes, so dark they were almost black, met mine. “Damn, Jillybean, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it had gotten so late.”

Fully aware that Kristen was waiting, like, right beside us, I said, “It’s okay.”

His gaze flickered beyond me, and an odd shiver coursed down my spine. He was looking at Kristen. “What are you doing tomorrow evening?”

Tomorrow evening? I blinked slowly. I was planning to head back to Shepherd, and he would be leaving with my father and the Lima Team. So why was—?

“How about we grab something to eat tomorrow? Yeah.” Brock’s smile could stop traffic. Right then it stopped my heart. “That would work better.”

“What?” I breathed, thinking I didn’t hear him right, because he wouldn’t be home tomorrow. He wouldn’t have time.

“We can grab dinner then,” he continued, lifting the shot glass with an easy grin. “Spend some one-on-one time together.”