Twenty-One
Erik’s palms were sweaty.
Fucking ridiculous.
It was just a party.
Yeah. With Jules’s friends.
Which was why his palms were sweaty.
Meeting new people had never been a problem for him. Until he’d lost half his face in the explosion.
Fucking hell. This shouldn’t be so damn difficult.
He’d gone to the restaurant, after all, and no one had run screaming.
And after his meeting with Eggert… Well, he should feel like he could handle anything.
But these were Jules’s friends. And not only were they going as a threesome, but her friends would see him for the first time. People occasionally said stupid things to him when they first met him. Then he’d get pissed off and respond with something equally idiotic.
He’d learned early on it was better to just not go anywhere.
“Erik. C
