“So,” Jax said to King. “You and Naomi left the auction together last night, huh? Went back to your place?”
“Yeah.” King drank his beer so he didn’t have to talk any more, looked around Dangerous Curves. It was Saturday night, so it was packed, of course, and his eyes skimmed over the women, wishing that he was with Naomi. He suspected that his social life was going to undergo some pretty dramatic changes, seeing as he wouldn’t be taking her to bars at any time whatsoever. He still couldn’t believe that she’d had the guts to set foot in Curves for that first meeting; he knew now where her skittish terror had stemmed from, and it just made him admire her strength even more.
“And?” Jax prompted.
King focused on his friend. “And what?”
“What, you’re going all shy and coy on us?” Mac said
