Jackson’s POV
Chuck leaned back in his chair, beer in hand, as Bella laughed on the dance floor, her dark hair swinging wildly around her shoulders. The music had picked up, and Lorey was belting a sultry number that had half the pub swaying. I was watching her too closely—I knew it. But I couldn’t help it. She lit up the room like a flame in a dark corridor.
Chuck followed my gaze with an obnoxious grin. “So... are you guys a thing?”
My eyes slid off Bella, and straight onto him. His tone was too casual. Too curious.
He chuckled. “Because I was going to ask her out to din—”
“Don’t,” I said sharply, before he could finish. My voice cut through the noise like a scalpel.
Chuck raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the sticky tabletop. “Well, have you made a move
