Bracing both hands on the edge of the counter, she jumped up and wiggled back a little, opening her legs so he could step between them. Never once looking away, she scraped the hair back from his temples, then ran a finger over his lips.

A crackling energy flowed between them, shocking his heart and making his nerves vibrate.

“This…” She waved a hand between them. “Isn’t usual, right?”

“If by this you mean the way you make me want to keep you, then, no, princess. It’s anything but usual for me.”

“I wish…”

He shook his head. “Wishes don’t mean shit. Whatever we want, we have to make it happen.”

“In this situation, I’m not sure that’s possible.” She jumped off the counter and went back to work. “And I don’t know what to do about that.”

Chapter Eighteen

“Who’s got Ruby tonight?” Brodie had to shout for his brother to hear him over the loud music in the bar.

“She’s got a sleepover with Uncle Lachlan.” Will never took his eyes off the dance floor, where Rosie, Delilah, Knox, and Callie danced together. They were wild, funking it up.

Rosie looked happy, and as much as he wanted to get out there and grind all over her ass, he liked seeing her just like this. Part of his family, being her best damn self.

Brodie gave his brother a shove. “Then what’re you doing out with us tonight?”

“Delilah works her ass off, and she wanted a night out.”

“When are you going to put a ring on it?”

Will downed the rest of his water. “She’s got a big family, and a wedding’s going to be a real production. We want to do it when things settle down. When Ruby’s stable, and Delilah’s got a handle on her restaurant.”

“You don’t give a shit about a piece of paper.”

“Not really. I’ve got everything I need.” Will’s thumb rubbed the condensation on his glass. “Is it weird for you? Having the three of us locked up in relationships?”

“Yeah.” He wanted to change the subject, but—for the first time in his life—there was nothing more pressing on his mind than Rosie. “I never got it, you know? The appeal. I like my life too much to have to compromise with someone, to worry about her feelings or what she wants to do.”

He watched Rosie on the dance floor, her dark hair seemed to absorb all the lights in the room, making it glow and glimmer. Her tall, statuesque frame stood out among the others—even dancing, she was elegant and absolutely stunning.

Seeing her laugh so hard her limbs flopped like a human windsock made his heart hurt.

Because she was so vibrant and beautiful and passionate, and he knew he’d never meet someone like her again. He didn’t want her to leave.

Ever.