He slid off his stool. “My back teeth are floating. I’ll be right back.”
I watched his ass as he headed toward the restrooms.
“Cute,” said a voice at my shoulder, and I turned to face a tanned, muscled redhead. His eyeswere on my lover.
“I think so.” I made no attempt to conceal the hostility I felt. Wills had a weakness for redheads. His cousin Harry had told me so.
The redhead raised an eyebrow. “No harm in admiring.”
“Just do it from a distance. I don’t share.” The last thing I wanted was this guy, with his red hair and probably spotless past, getting close to Wills.
He shrugged and sauntered off, and I started worrying my thumbnail.
Wills came back from the men’s room with a little smile on his face.
“Okay, I know you’re not smiling just because your back teeth aren’t floating anymore.”
“Someone tried to pick me up.”