Chaz sipped his beer. “It’s so not my thing, but I’m a supportive friend.”
“I know. We’ve both been so crazy busy with work, we haven’t had our Friday-night happy hour for ages.”
“That’s a shame for you, sugar lips, because I am fun. I think playing nursemaid to the billionaire made you forget that.”
Last week, Amery had managed to sneak in a lunch date with Chaz and Emmylou, and she’d told them the truth about what’d happened. It spoke a lot of Chaz’s loyalty that he understood her sense of betrayal about Ronin’s nondisclosure regarding his family connections. Emmylou’s reaction was harsh, and the lunch had ended on a sour note. “Ronin’s pull is such I forget everything when I’m around him.”
“Sweetie. Put the hottie who freakin’ adores you out of his misery and just move in with him already.”
It made no sense to others, why she was dragging her feet on packing up her stuff and moving in with him. It wasn’t a power play—exactly the opposite. Ronin’s nondisclosure about his recovery status convinced her he’d reverted to the share-nothing-unless-they-were-naked man. It wasn’t wrong to wait. It wasn’t wrong to expect more from him.
“Besides, it’s not like you’re not at his penthouse most of the time anyway.” Chaz sighed. “Penthouse. I’m letting my bitchy jealous side show for a minute. Hot. Sexy. Rich. Mysterious. Tough. Yeah, hating on you that your man is all that.”
Amery leaned over and whispered, “And he f**ks like an animal, so there is that too.”
“Hate you,” he trilled. “Oops, here he comes.”
Ronin stopped in front of Amery. He curled his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her to his mouth for a kiss that made her lips tingle. A very possessive kiss. A very unlike–Sensei Black display of public affection. When he eased back, so their lips were only a breath apart, he kept his thumb on the pulse point in her neck. “You okay?” he murmured.
“I am now.”
“Well, I’m not,” Chaz huffed. “I think I need a cold shower and a cigarette after that.”
Ronin smiled at him. “Just making sure my woman doesn’t feel neglected while I’m part of the dog and pony show. Thanks for coming to the event tonight, Chaz.”
Chaz waved him off. “Sweaty half-naked guys rolling around the mat? I’m there.”
He laughed. “I have to make the rounds.” Ronin kissed Amery again, this time softly.
She sighed.
“Hate you,” Chaz singsonged. Then he threaded his arm through hers. “Let’s hit the buffet.”
They were filling plates when Chaz said, “What’s up with the ring girl still wearing her costume to the after-party?”
“Part of her promotional duties. And if I had a body like that? I’d flaunt it too.”
“She certainly isn’t lacking for male attention.”
Amery glanced at Katie, holding court with half a dozen guys. Knox stood behind her, arms crossed, acting like her bodyguard. “She’s supposed to be mingling with the sponsors, not trolling for dates.”
They gossiped about some friends as they nibbled on way-too-healthy appetizers. Amery’s gaze swept the room, and she spied Shiori looking a little disheveled. Something didn’t fit. Shiori never went anywhere less than one hundred percent put together. Amery said, “Excuse me for just a minute,” to Chaz and then headed toward Ronin’s sister.
But Knox intercepted Shiori, and Amery caught the tail end of their heated conversation.
“. . . sporting that just-fucked look.”
“Not your concern,” Shiori retorted.
“What’s going on here?”
Knox retreated. “Nothing.” He executed a military turn and was gone.
Amery studied Shiori, staring thoughtfully after Knox. “You plan to lie and say nothing is going on either?”
Shiori faced her. “The truth? After I spar, grapple, or fight, adrenaline charges through me. I get horny. Evidently it’s all right for guys to take the edge off, but not a woman.”
“So you . . . ?”
“Just f**ked some hot young guy out in my limo. Without apology. Which I explained to Ob-Knox-ious.”
Ouch, not a nice nickname. “Good for you. And no offense, but you are looking less uptight and a lot more rumpled.”
Shiori smiled. “Good. And I also hope to have the glassy-eyed look of a drunk soon.” She sauntered to the bar.
Amery caught Ronin’s eye and gestured with her chin to go talk to his sister.
“I sure as hell wouldn’t want to tangle with her after watching her fight tonight,” Molly said.
“Hey! I hoped you’d show up. Sorry we didn’t get to sit together.”
“It’s okay. Chaz kept up a raunchy commentary.”
“I bet it was very entertaining.”
“That it was. I never thought of the dirty connotation of the phrase rear mount.”
She laughed. “Are you and Sandan Zach still avoiding each other?”
“I don’t believe he’s looked past Miss Perky Boobs all night to notice who else is here,” she said dryly.
Amery had noticed Zach in the throng of Katie admirers.
“Anyway, I’m not avoiding him. I’m avoiding—shit, shit, shit, I gotta go.” Molly turned her back to Amery. But before Molly could skulk away, Deacon’s hand circled her upper arm.
“Goin’ somewhere, darlin’?”
Molly blushed. “Ah, hey, Yondan. Great fight tonight. You looked amazing, like, really amazing.” She blushed harder. “I mean your fighting skills were something else.”
Deacon stared placidly at Molly in that ninja-master manner that Ronin used on Amery.
Even Amery fought the urge to fidget and run the hell away.
Molly blurted out, “When are you going to teach me the spinning back fist technique?”
“You’ve missed class the last two weeks.”
She jerked her thumb at Amery. “Boss lady is keeping me late. We’re really busy with some, ah, stuff.”
Amery cringed. Molly was such a bad liar.
Deacon—beefed-up, bald-headed, tattooed badass, never-smile Deacon—threw back his head and laughed.
Several ring bunnies turned and gaped; Deacon’s deep laugh was as sexy as his slow southern drawl.
“What?” Molly said testily. “It’s true.”
“No, darlin’, it’s not remotely close to the truth. Since Amery and Sensei are joined at the hip, I know she was in the dojo during those last two classes, which means you weren’t workin’.”