To the Stars (Thatch #2)(27)
“There’re a lot of big pockets here tonight,” Collin’s dad was saying to the mayor. “This will be great for the firehouse and their charity.”
My head snapped up and eyes widened at the word firehouse, and instantly I knew the familiar energy in the building—the one I’d thought was lost forever. I sucked in an audible gasp when my gaze locked on dark, murderous eyes. But Knox’s eyes weren’t fixed on mine; they were locked on Collin’s hand still digging into my arm.
Collin moved fast. Suddenly I was in his arms with his mouth on mine. His blue eyes showed me everything his words couldn’t, since we had an audience.
His mom and the mayor’s wife made sounds of affection, and his dad laughed loudly. “These two; you can’t take them anywhere. Two and a half years in, and they’re still in the honeymoon phase.”
Collin pulled away and glanced back at the group to shoot them a wink. “Can you blame me for not being able to keep my hands off her?”
The mayor, Ren, and Collin’s dad all laughed this time, and the women whispered while sending me knowing smiles.
“Speaking of honeymoon,” the mayor’s wife said with bright eyes as she leaned in toward my in-laws. “A little birdie told me that the two of you will be sneaking away for another honeymoon soon after your anniversary party in a couple of weeks.”
My mother-in-law blushed through her smile. “Can you believe we will have been married thirty years?”
When Collin looked at me again, the other voices faded away as he held my gaze in warning for tense seconds. His handsome face was still in place for the public as he brushed some hair back from my face and nuzzled behind my ear. “Do not test me tonight, Harlow.”
My eyes darted past his shoulder to where Knox was staring at us. Even from across the room I could tell his breathing was rough, and the murderous expression he’d had a minute ago had deepened. His hands were fisted at his sides, and he was walking toward us.
As Collin found the spot at my wrist and told me not to show any pain, I pled with Knox, using only my eyes, for him to stay away. For him not to interfere with this. But he didn’t stop walking, and I stopped breathing as he went right past us, his head turned enough for me to see him shoot one last look at Collin.
I blew out a relieved breath and my body sagged into Collin’s.
Collin kissed my neck and mumbled, “Good girl.” He released me only to pull me against his side as he tried to find his way back into the now semi-heated discussion about the new chief of police in Richland. I wasn’t surprised to hear the mayor hadn’t been happy about an outsider taking over, either—they liked keeping their people in all the places that had any kind of power.
“Don’t you look rather beautiful tonight,” Ren said quietly a couple of minutes later.
I murmured what I hoped was a polite “Thank you,” but stilled when he touched my bare shoulder this time.
Ren’s thumb made a lazy circle, but his eyes weren’t on me; he was focused on the men talking. I’d met him countless times at these types of events, and knew his reputation for being too grabby with young women, but I normally wasn’t in a position for him to be able to keep touching me. And now I didn’t know how to get him to stop without embarrassing Collin or his dad in front of the mayor. I glanced behind me to see Knox watching me with a mix of disgust and anger, and started panicking as Ren’s hand moved down and squeezed my bicep, then started making soft circles with his meaty fingers. I tried clearing my throat near Collin’s ear and hitting my knuckles against his side, but I was only aggravating him, judging by the way his breathing was slowly getting more pronounced.
Collin finally turned his head to look at me, and I knew in his eyes that if he hadn’t noticed Ren’s hand, his fingers would have been digging into me within seconds. His eyes flashed over to Ren’s face, then back to his hand, but his calm fa?ade never wavered. With no more than a few words, Collin excused us from the group and spun me away from Ren’s grasp.
As soon as we were walking away, he spoke against the side of my head. “Nobody touches what is mine,” he sneered, but thankfully it was clear his anger wasn’t directed at me anymore. “I don’t care about Ren’s work relationship with my dad or his position with the city—you do not have to put up with that; do you understand? If he touches you again, find a better way to get my attention.” Another few feet passed before he growled, “Tell me you understand.”
“Yes. Thank you,” I said.
Despite the glimpse of the Collin I’d once loved, it only ended up being that—a glimpse. Over the next forty minutes I messed up too many times, and Collin’s anger with me continued to grow. I knew I could have done a better job at being the wife Collin thought I should be; I just couldn’t concentrate.
I could feel Knox’s eyes on me, and it was too easy to turn and find him. But I was terrified that if I looked at him, Collin would notice. Forcing myself to look away from what my soul reached for was draining and taking every ounce of focus I had. I knew I needed to get it together, I needed to start impressing Collin even; but Knox was there. There. As was Collin. And both were incredibly pissed-off. The only good part of the night was that Ren had already left with a girl my age.
“You know what I’m finding hilarious?” Collin asked as he pulled me away from the latest couple we’d been speaking with, his lips brushing my ear. “It seems like for the past hour I’ve had to convince people you love me. You’re holding yourself stiff and away from me, you seem distracted and your responses are delayed, and you’ve barely made eye contact with me. Now tell me, Harlow, why would I have to convince all these people that my wife loves me? Better yet, why would I have to try to convince myself that she still does?”