All their eyes are on me. My teeth grind when Colt leans in to whisper something to Alex. He nods, and then the three of them take off, leaving Colt there with Mitch, who then walks off as well. He’s just staring at me. A look that I know all too well. My body breaks out in goose bumps, and I swallow nervously. Heat rushes up my spine, and I blame it on the shots I downed. I have got to get the f**k out of here. And quick.
I look up at Nate and growl. “I need to use the restroom,” I lie. Now I have to figure out how to hide from two men.
He removes his hand from my arm. “You have five minutes.”
I refrain from laughing at that and spin around, making a mad dash to the front door, getting the hell out of here.
CHAPTER SEVEN
COLTON
I GRIP HER upper arm and yank her out of the living roo
