Page 247 of By His Vow
“I don’t…I don’t know if I can?—”
“Chicken wings?” the server says, lowering two fully stacked plates onto our table.
The sweet and smoky scent of the barbeque sauce fills my nose, but I’m not as hungry as I was when we ordered them.
“Thank you,” Lori says in a rush. But no sooner has the server gone is she back with fresh cocktails.
Reaching out, I lift my glass to my lips and drink half in the hope it’ll help settle whatever is spinning out of control inside me.
Lori watches me, concern filling her eyes, but she doesn’t push. She knows that I’ll tell her everything when I’ve found the right words. If they exist.
Reaching for a wing, I lift it to my lips and rip some meat off.
“Oh my god,” I moan as the sauce hits my tongue.
“I know, so good,” she groans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
We demolish half a plate each, barely coming up for air. It gives me some time to try and make sense of my thoughts, and I just feel like I’m getting somewhere when I sense someone behind me.
Lori looks up, and the second her eyes widen, I can predict exactly what’s about to happen.
Heat blooms down my side before a very familiar hand reaches out, stealing a chicken wing before his giant body drops into the vacant seat beside me.
With his free hand, he undoes his jacket and gets comfortable.
“Seriously?” I hiss between licking the sticky sauce from my fingers.
Kingston’s eyes jump between mine and my lips as he eats my fucking wing.
“Isn’t that a little too unhealthy to put into your temple of a body?” I quip, fighting the glare I want to give him for stealing my food and clearly fucking stalking me. But the way he works that chicken wing with his full lips stops me from saying another word. Fuck.
I can’t help it; I shamelessly squirm in my seat. It’s been a long, stressful week. I could really use a little relief right now…
My lips part to demand he leave when another shadow falls over me and the final chair at our table is pulled out.
“Oh goodie, you brought a friend,” I deadpan as Kian makes himself comfortable.
He points at the plate in front of Lori before asking, “You mind?”
“Good to know that one of you has some manners,” I scoff.
“What’s yours is mine, baby,” Kingston teases.
“No,” I counter. “What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is also mine.”
I smirk, holding his stare firm.
“Ah, I have the world’s best sister-in-law,” Kian muses before stealing another wing, much to Lori’s irritation.
“Finally,” Lori muses. “Something we can agree on.”
Ripping my eyes from Kingston, I focus on my best friend, lifting a brow in question.
“Ignore her, she’s just bitter that she didn’t get to spend your wedding night with the best man.”
Lori's eyes almost pop out of her head, making Kingston laugh.
“Okay, did I miss something here?”