“Well not all of us,” Chris said with a grin, although he shot a look at Michael and Patrick too. Michael at least tried to look innocent.

“I’m probably going to guess it’s something to do with her stalker?” Adam asked, finally joining the conversation. His icy blue eyes pierced Luke, far too keenly observant for comfort.

Geez. It was like they knew her or something.

“Come on,” Andrew coaxed, leaning in towards Luke. It might have been unconsciously, but it seemed like every other man at the table did the same. “The more details we know, the more we can help you. And believe me, we so want to help you.”

The words were close to right. The tone was not. And neither were the almost-smiles on every expression around the table. Even Patrick looked like he was anticipating ‘helping.’ The only person who didn’t have the same predatory look as the others was Jake.

Luke narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

Blinking, his boyish face exuding innocence much better than the others, Liam smiled encouragingly. “Because she’s helped all of us in the past, of course.”

“And we have been very much looking forward to returning the favor,” Adam said, grinning widely. Strangely, in that moment, it struck Luke that the other man looked a lot like a Viking.

Spilling everything had taken longer than she’d realized. Her throat was kind of dry and she’d had to get another glass of wine just to get through it all. Now they were seated on opposite sides of the couch, Olivia with her back against one arm, Jared with his back against the other and their feet in the middle. Cocking their heads back and forth, they studied each other quite seriously.

“What?” she finally asked him after the silence had gone on for about a minute.

“I can’t tell if you’re turning sleepy drunk or angry drunk,” he said.

She frowned. “I’m not drunk at all, I’m just… thinking really hard. Trying to remember if there’s anything else.”

Jared raised his eyebrow at her. “How many glasses of wine have you had?”

“Just three,” she said, protesting. She really wasn’t drunk. Buzzed maybe. Tipsy. She always knew though. Even when she was wasted and behaving like an idiot, she knew she was wasted and behaving like an idiot. She just didn’t care at the time.

Right now, she was on the high end of tipsy. One more and she’d probably be drunk-ish. The very lowest end of drunk. If she didn’t have something to eat.

“That’s at least one less than I thought,” he admitted.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Exactly how much did you think I had to drink before you came over?”

Shrugging, a small smile curved the side of his mouth as he took another sip of his own wine.

Olivia watched him.

Waited.

He lowered the glass.