Will there be drinking at this club?”
I wouldn’t lie to her. “Yes, but I won’t be doing any and neither will Cole.” Alcohol impaired judgment, and he took his responsibilities as leader seriously. Me? I’d watched alcoholism destroy my dad and was determined to avoid a similar fate.
“Well, I did buy you that...” She motioned to my dress.
What adjective was she looking for? Ginormous? Unforgettable? Behemoth?
“...unique costume,” she finished, “and I want you to be able to show it off. You look so beautiful.”
“Thank you. But, uh, what am I supposed to be, exactly?”
“Alice in Wonderland, silly. And you’re supposed to give the hat to Cole so he can be your Mad Hatter.”
“So you’ll take me?”
She sighed, nodded. “I’ll take you.”
I threw my arms around her. “Thank you, thank you, and thousand times thank you!”
Fifteen minutes later, I was stepping out of her car, and she was driving away. I approached the club’s entrance and gave the guards at the door Cole’s name. They let me inside without a hitch—if you didn’t count the people in line desperate to get in, complaining about my lack of wait.
Multicolored strobe lights flashed, and smoke wafted through the air. There were people everywhere, each in costume. For the girls, there was clearly a theme: slutty. A slutty devil. A slutty fairy. A slutty witch. I felt seriously overdressed. For the guys, there was no rhyme or reason. A shirt made out of cardboard. A toga with pictures of grinning waffles. Clown trousers paired with riding boats. Loud music blared, fueling the frantic motions of the dancers. I navigated up the stairs to the VIP lounge, the width of my skirt only tripping three people. I considered the low number of casualties a major win.
I scanned the top floor and saw all the faces I’d seen at the gym, plus a few extras.
Where was Cole?
Mackenzie Love caught my eye. Wearing a skimpy black dress with colorful peacock feathers stretching over her shoulders, she strutted over. “Well, well. Ali Bell. I’d like to tell you how awesome you look, and if I can figure out a way to sound sincere, I will. What is that thing?”
My cheeks flashed white-hot with embarrassment. “You can’t guess?” I asked, using a scathing tone that suggested she was an idiot. “Wow. How sad for you.”
She paled and stomped away.
“New drinking game, everyone,” the new guy, Gavin, called. Blond and handsome—and dressed as a pimp—he was surrounded by a bevy of hot brunette vampires. “Anytime someone speaks, down a shot!”
Cheers abounded.
“And meanwhile, if anyone wants a free make-out session,” one of the vampires shouted, “I’m giving them away.”
More cheers as a laughing Gavin kissed her.
Then he kissed the girl next to her. He used tongue with both.
I watched, reeling. For once, a vision just had to be wrong. There was no way I’d be into a guy like him. He was beautiful, yes. I’d give him that. But no. Just no.
“Ali!” Kat rushed over and threw her arms around me. She had to be the cutest Little Red Riding Hood I’d ever seen. Her barely there dress was red, black and white, and hugged all of her curves. The tulle skirt flared at the waist and stopped a few inches below her panty line. Long white socks stretched to her knees. “You made it!”
Before I could respond, Cole stalked past us, grabbed my hand and tugged me away from her.
I tossed her a he’s-going-to-get-it-now glance. She gave me a thumbs-up before Cole pulled me into a shadowed corner, and I lost sight of her. He crowded me against the wall, his arms at my temples, caging me in. His heat and scent surrounded me, drugged me.
Oh, no. I wasn’t going to melt this time.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
How dare he use that tone with me? “I am so mad at you,” I said, beating at his chest.
His aggressive stance softened in the slightest degree. “I know. And you have every right to be.”
“You ditched me. You want a break from me.”
“Yes. No.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Not from you. You don’t understand.”
“Of course I don’t! Moron! You haven’t explained it to me. You ignored my text.”
He glared at me, his anger heating back up. “I wanted to be with you, I did, but I couldn’t not come here since I’m the D.D.”
“And you couldn’t bring me with you? Because, and I quote, making plans with me was a mistake?”
“It was. I don’t want you here because I know...”
“What?” I demanded when he paused. I hit him again.
“Gavin is here, all right?” He flashed his teeth in a scowl. “I don’t want you around him, okay? Get it now? I need a break from the jealousy. As long as you’re near him, I can’t get past it.”
How could I want to slap him and kiss him at the same time?
But then, I already knew the answer. I’d been battling the green-eyed monster, too. “I promise you have no reason to be jealous.”
His shoulders drooped. “I know that, in theory, and I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted. I’ve never felt this way, and I’m not handling it well. If you have another vision with him...”
I slid my hands to the nape of his neck and toyed with the ends of his hair. “It wouldn’t make a difference. My feelings won’t change. But I guess we need to talk about what I saw, even though I’d rather forget it.”
“It’s bad, isn’t it?” he croaked.
I nodded, suddenly unable to speak.
“Then I’m not ready.”
He faced monsters on a daily basis, but this was too much for him? Oh, Cole. What am I going to do with you? “Will you trust me, then? Trust my feelings for you?”
A moment passed before he nodded. It was a stiff acceptance, but an acceptance all the same.
I smiled at him.
He smiled back. His gaze raked over me, and his eyelids became heavy, staying at half-mast. “You look edible, by the way. You have no idea how badly I want under that skirt.” His voice dipped huskily as he added, “I wish I had time to prove it.”
Oh.
My.
“Nana said the hat is for you. I’m Alice in Wonderland, and you’re the Mad Hatter.”
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