Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(43)
Author: Nicole Edwards

By anyone.

Much less, the snobby little bastard standing before him.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t realize you got all possessive about your little fuck buddies. It’s a little difficult to figure out exactly who you’re nailing these days, what with all the action you’ve been seeing lately.”

Tag had absolutely no idea what Crawford was referring to, but rather than question him, he bit his tongue. It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to pummel the little shit until he was unrecognizable.

Taking a deep breath, he walked away.

Fuck.

He needed a drink.

Chapter Fourteen

McKenna didn’t have the slightest idea what had gotten into Tag, but by the time the meeting was officially adjourned, he was in a serious state of pissed off.

Her own anger had subsided, more so from Tag’s explanation than anything else, but her conversation with Travis Walker hadn’t hurt her mood either. There was something about that dark, brooding cowboy that got to her. It was a different feeling than the one that she had when Tag looked at her, but McKenna felt a spark of something hot and wild in Travis’ intense blue-gray eyes. She just didn’t connect with that spark the way she did with Tag.

She liked being in Travis’ company and as long as she was talking business, the man seemed to open up more than she expected. Especially when she prompted him to give her a few details on the new resort they were all anxiously waiting for.

Now she was sort of wishing for Travis’ presence because she was certain Tag wasn’t going to be the best dinner companion considering he hadn’t said more than two words since they left the club. When he offered dinner, she realized she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but when she agreed, Tag’s reluctance was evident.

However, here they were sitting at a quaint little Italian restaurant that smelled like heaven. It wasn’t the kind of place she expected Tag to take her to, but even the hostess had known his name, which meant he likely frequented the place often.

“Have you met Travis’ six brothers?” McKenna asked by way of conversation after they had received their wine and placed their orders with the cute waitress who was giving Tag that lustful eye she had seen on so many women’s faces.

Tag’s eyebrows drew downward into a frown, and if she wasn’t mistaken, he wasn’t particularly thrilled about talking about Travis. Considering he wasn’t offering titillating conversation of his own, she couldn’t think of anything better.

“Yes,” he grumbled, picking up his wine glass and downing half of it in one swallow.

“Are they all as involved with the resort as Travis?”

“Not all of them,” Tag commented with less of a huff than before. “Sawyer and Kaleb contribute the most, but I figure by the time the doors open, the rest of them will be in it up to their elbows.”

She waited a heartbeat, to see if he was going to continue, but when she realized he had said all he intended to, McKenna asked the most obvious question. “Is something wrong?”

“No, why?”

Liar.

“Because you’ve been quiet since we left the club. I saw you talking to Stephen Crawford earlier.” McKenna knew Stephen, and she didn’t care much for him. She was surprised when she saw him at the meeting, wondering what the hell the McCoy’s were thinking allowing him to join.

He was a little on the creepy side, always calling Sensations and requesting that they do an article on him. Apparently, being a wealthy playboy meant people were interested in his jet setting lifestyle – or so he informed her. Even if she were down to her last reader, McKenna wasn’t so sure she’d subject them to anything about Crawford.

At first, McKenna declined his offer, letting him know that their articles were already mapped out for the foreseeable future. Not that it was true, but she wasn’t about to tell him that she’d think about it. And ever since that day, and every rejection she’d told him since, he still continued to be just as persistent. To the point that he showed up at her office insisting he be allowed to speak with her in person just last week. According to him, he had some information that he knew she would find appealing. Thankfully, Whisper had better sense than that, and she told him that they’d get back to him.

Since then, they were inundated with nasty comments posted on their blog ranging from rude remarks about her magazine to downright disgusting accusations about her personally. Luckily, Whisper always managed to take them down before they did too much damage.

“He’s a jackass,” Tag mumbled before turning away from her, seemingly interested in what others were doing in the restaurant.