weird.”
“Right, you boys like your silly little nicknames.”
Grim stiffened against me, and not in the good way. “They aren’t silly little nicknames. They’re our road names. We earned these names through loyalty and blood.”
“Blood? What, like you killed someone?”
“Not necessarily. We protect the club and each other, no matter what the cost. That’s the loyalty. And sometimes being loyal means spilling blood. Sometimes it’s other people’s blood. Sometimes it’s our own.”
“That’s intense,” I said, trying to imagine a life like that.
It was so different than the life I’d run away from. There was something attractive about the idea of that kind of loyalty. There was a kind of honor to it that didn’t seem to exist in the rest of the world.
“So you’ve never killed anyone?” I asked.
Grim looked away from me and shrugged. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe I was dancing with a man who had killed someone. A thought occurred to me.
“Has Red killed anyone?”
Grim shrugged again. “Stop avoiding my question. How’d you end up with Red?”
“We met earlier tonight. He made me laugh. He made me feel good. So here we are.”
“So you don’t know him very well?”
“I mean, I guess not.”
“Do you love him?”
My eyes widened in surprise. “What? Of course not. We just met.”
“But you like him?” Grim asked.
“I do, but why the hell do you care so much?”
“Look, just be careful with him,” Grim said.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing,” Grim said. “Just watch yourself. He’s dangerous.”
“And you’re not?” I asked.
He grinned. I liked the way he looked when he smiled. There was something daring and reckless about that smile. Maybe it was the alcohol in me or just raging hormones, but I found myself enchanted by him.
“You’re damn right I’m dangerous,” he said. “Only I don’t keep it a secret. Maybe you and I can get out of here and I can show you just how dangerous I can be.”
“Is that so?”
“I’ll show you the best night of your life.”
“I thought you and Red were best friends.”
“We are.”
“So then isn’t trying to steal his girl a shitty thing to do?”
“Are you his girl?” he asked. “The last time I checked, Red wasn’t interested in relationships anymore.”
I frowned. “I don’t know. I mean, we just met, although I kind of assumed…”
“Let’s find out,” Grim said.
He slipped his arm around my shoulder and walked me from the dance floor towards Red, who stood watching us approach with a neutral expression on his face. I supposed I should start thinking of him as Red if that’s what he preferred to be called.
Strangely enough, I liked the way Grim’s arm felt around me as we walked. My body lit up when it was pressed against him. He was lean where Red was thick, and he moved with an easy, almost sensual grace. I could only imagine what he was like in bed.
I shook my head. What the hell had come over me? How did I go from a desperately lonely wife to a sex fiend in one night?
The answer was simple I suppose. I had gone unfulfilled for so long. The attention of not one but two gorgeous men was overwhelming my better judgment. I had left the house to feel free and to get attention, and now that I was getting it, I couldn’t seem to get enough.
I had to wonder, though. Did Red think of me as his girl? I wanted him to, but maybe that was expecting too much after only knowing him for a few hours. If he didn’t think of me that way, I wanted to find out what kind of lover the dark-haired and wild Grim could be.
“Hey, Red,” Grim said. “You wouldn’t mind if Cassie and I head out for a little quality time?”
Red looked from Grim to me. I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.
“Come on, Red,”