jukebox and saw a pair of skintight jeans encasing an ass he’d never forget.
Hadley.
She had her hair loose, hanging over her shoulders, and was wearing a flimsy blouse and her hand-tooled leather boots. She threw her head back to laugh at something her sister said. Mo felt every part of his body tense and come alive at the same time. He could tell himself that he’d just imagined his reaction to that one touch at the engagement party, but he knew he would have been lying.
The coin fell to the floor and he cursed but didn’t bend down to pick it up.
“Dude...damn. Is it too late to change teams?” Alec teased.
Mauricio gave him the finger and bent to pick up the coin. “It was heads. We go first.”
“You’re going to need every advantage as long as Hadley is here,” Inigo said.
“Doubtful,” Mauricio said. “I was distracted by something else.”
“Really?” Diego asked. “What was it that caught your eye?”
His brothers were going to be asses and not leave this alone, and unless he wanted to turn a friendly Friday night into fight night and get himself kicked out of the Bull Pit again, he needed to shrug it off.
But that was his problem. He’d never been able to just shrug off anything where Hadley was concerned. He knew it and his brothers seemed to, as well. He was screwed. He’d moved on. Or had until that damned photo session. He should never have agreed to be a groomsman. Then he could have stayed away from Hadley until he found another woman. Someone who could push the last of the lingering sexual attraction he felt for her out.
“Dude, stop staring at her,” Alec said.
“Shut it, Alec. I’m not looking at her.”
“Whatever,” Alec said. “It’s your turn. Don’t screw up.”
He made a face at his brother and leaned over the table to line up his shot. The sound of the jukebox playing loud country music on a Friday night made it easier for him to focus on the game. He took a deep breath and broke the balls. Though he knew this was a friendly rivalry amongst his brothers, he didn’t want to lose.
He took his next shot, sinking a ball in the corner pocket, and then moved on to line up his next shot. He had a pretty good run of three balls before it was Diego’s turn. Mauricio went to lean against the high table next to Inigo, who was posting to one of his social media accounts. His youngest brother was a hot up-and-coming driver who had been on the Formula Two circuit for a few years before making it to the big leagues of Formula One.
“Not bad, Mo. I’d hate to see what would happen if you were really concentrating.”
“I am concentrating,” he said.
“Sure you are. Like you didn’t notice Hadley on the dance floor,” Inigo said, drawing his attention to the small wooden floor set to one side of the jukebox.
He cursed under his breath as he saw her dancing with a group of her girlfriends, and was unable to tear his eyes away from her. He tried to remind himself that he was over her, but when she moved to the music, her arms in the air, hips swaying, his body reacted like she was still his.
Maybe one more night together was what he needed to clear her out of his system for good. Of course, Hadley deserved better than that. She deserved an apology, not because he wanted something from her but because he never should have slept with Marnie when he was still...hell, while he still liked Hadley.
If losing her had taught him anything it was that he hadn’t wanted things to end so horribly between them.
He took another long swallow of his beer. That kind of thinking was dangerous, because he knew if he let himself dwell on it too long, he’d start believing that it was a viable option. That sleeping with his ex would be the solution to finally getting over her.
The music changed to a slow song—“Night Changes” by One Direction—one of her favorite songs. Mauricio watched as most of her friends left the dance floor, Hadley following behind them. Without thinking, he put his beer down and walked to the dance floor.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked. “I realize I’m not your first choice but I know you love this song. And I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” she asked.
“How I behaved. We never really talked about it.”
“I don’t want to talk tonight,” she said.
“Then how about a dance?” he said.
She hesitated then put her hand in his. “One dance.”
“That’s all.”
He pulled her into his arms and she put her hands on his waist. He told himself this was just another part of moving on but his body didn’t agree.
Hadley hadn’t had the best week. Her mom was an exacting perfectionist when it came to any event she was planning but the added element of it being her sister’s wedding had pushed her to extremes. Hadley felt safe saying there wasn’t enough tequila in Texas—maybe even the entire South—to take the edge off her nerves. But dancing with her girlfriends was helping until she saw...him.
Mauricio.
Of course, she’d noticed him when she came in. It was impossible not to when he was with his brothers. They drew the eye of every woman in the bar. Seen together, they made you wonder what kind of deal with the devil Elena Velasquez had made to get four such good-looking boys. They were the kind of eye candy that made this part of Texas famous.
Mauricio smelled good too.
She shook her head. “How’ve you been?”
She wanted this to feel normal. Surely, the thing with Jackson under the willow tree had been a fluke. There was no way that she still wanted Mo. Not after everything he’d done. She wanted something nice and steady like Helena and Malcolm had. But she’d always felt this heat around Mo. He made her restless like heat lightning on a summer’s night. Just ready to go off without any provocation.
“Good. Busy,” he said. “You?”
His voice was a low rumble but easy for her to hear despite the music. She’d always liked the way he sounded. She put her head on his shoulder for a second and closed her eyes, pretended that this wasn’t the bad idea she knew it was, and then made herself stand up straight and step away from him.
“Good, Mo. Really, good,” she lied, but then “fake it till you make it” had been her mom’s mantra for her and her sister growing up so she figured that was okay. The song ended and she started to leave the dance floor. “Thanks for the dance.”
She walked away without looking back and forced herself to put on a smile as she climbed onto the high bar stool at the table where her friends were.
“Girl, what are you thinking?” Josie asked.
“That
