Max made a gruff sound in his throat, dragging her from the past into the present. “Stay here with me, sugar.”
“I’m here.” She bit her lip, then turned in his embrace to face him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“All right then.” He lowered his forehead to hers. “So, tell me—are you good with what happened tonight?”
“In the bathroom?” Her nose wrinkled when he nodded. “I guess so. It’s just . . . I’m not sure why I reacted the way I did. To Mason and . . . and Callahan. He’s one mean son-of-a-bitch.”
“That he is,” Max said, his lips curving into a fond smile. “But he’s loyal. And you couldn’t ask for a better friend.”
“I don’t think he wants to be friends with me,” she said dryly.
“No, but he’s attracted to you.” His gaze burrowed deep into hers, as though he could see into her very so
