Chapter 9

Nathan snorted, but any comeback he might have been preparing fell from his lips as he got pulled into the scene alongside her. Jim was only too happily forgotten as Nathan focused on Sasha and hummed. Bare chest, flecks of paint, the usual low-riding jeans that were snug in all the right places, and the peek of tattoo curling up from below Sasha’s waistline. Nathan could see the tribal wings too, flexing over Sasha’s shoulder blades.

Distantly, Alex’s voice filtered into Nathan’s hearing, filled with humor. “Is it the tats or just that he wears his jeans that low?”

“Both,” Nathan said in a low voice. Alex’s snickering brought him back to reality and he raised an eyebrow at her. “You asked.”

“Yeah, but the crazy thing is…you had an answer. So tell me,” she said, grinning dangerously now and backing up a few steps to lean casually against the jukebox, “have you slept with him yet?”