“I wonder if they’ll be selling cookies?” Kyle joked. “I really like those chocolate mint ones. They’re good to dip in milk.”
“I guess they can count on your support then, huh?” I teased. “You’re probably good for two or three boxes, right?”
“Sure! Why not? I mean it seems like a worthwhile cause.” He grinned.
I smirked at his tiny dig on Ryan.
“That band up there is really rocking!” Kyle stated enthusiastically. He was tapping his fingers on his beer bottle. “This is a really nice party you put together.”
“Thanks! It was a little tricky, but I guess I pulled it off.” I glanced around at the large gathering. My pub was packed; everyone seemed to be having a good time.
“You know, my birthday is in April. Feel free to throw me a party like this.” Kyle bumped me with his elbow as he took a sip of his beer.
“So are you here with a date?” I asked, looking around for a stray woman.
“No,” he stated uncomfortably. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I was just wondering why someone, like you, doesn’t have a girlfriend, that’s all.”
He looked at me like my question was ridiculous.
“Don’t make that face at me!” I teased. “So?”
“I don’t know,” Kyle groaned. “Maybe I’m too shy?”
I scoffed. “Yeah right! I don’t think that’s a problem for you.”
“Maybe I’m too picky,” he added, taking another sip of his beer. “It’s hard to find the complete package these days.”
“Well, write down your list of requirements; I’m sure there is a girl or two out there on the sidewalk that comes close,” I jeered.
“Nah. I don’t have to walk that far to find what I’ve been looking for,” he stated directly as he looked me in the eyes.
I was just about to make a witty comeback when Kyle’s smile vanished.
I felt a hand slip around my elbow; Ryan was reclaiming me.
“Taryn… Honey, there are some people I want to introduce you to, if you’re finished with your conversation here?” Ryan inquired. The tone of his comment clearly indicated I was to end my conversation - now.
I was enjoying talking to Kyle, but apparently Ryan’s tolerance had reached its limit.
“I guess I’ll talk to you later,” Kyle said, slightly irritated. He tried to appear unaffected by Ryan’s attitude, but the anger and resentment was evident.
“Excuse me, Kyle. Please, enjoy the party.” I gently smiled, trying to hide my embarrassment.
Ryan took my hand and pulled me along through the crowd. He was towing me towards the poolroom, but I yanked him towards the empty space by the kitchen door instead.
“What?” Ryan’s tone was curt.
“What’s the problem, Honey?” I asked sweetly, curbing the anger that was starting to swell. It was time for us to have this discussion. I let it go when he first dismissed Kyle from our security detail but this jealous attitude needed to stop.
“What do you mean?” His eyes scrunched together, looking at me like he didn’t understand my question.
“I was just talking to him. I don’t understand why you’re being like this,” I whispered, thinking he didn’t trust me.
“I don’t like the way he looks at you, all right?” he growled.
“I don’t get it. How does he look at me, Ryan?” He was being ridiculous.
He scoffed at me, like I was missing the point. “What? You don’t see it? I’m pretty sure you know when you’re getting hit on, Taryn.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please,” I chided.
“I just don’t want you to accidentally give him the wrong impression, that’s all,” he said calmly.
I sighed heavily. “Ryan, I love you. There is no reason for you to distrust me.”
“I trust you, but I don’t trust him.” Ryan nodded his chin in Kyle’s direction.
When I looked over my shoulder, Kyle had a cocky smile on his face and he raised his beer bottle in the air to acknowledge us.
“You worry over nothing,” I groaned. “Now can we go back to having a good time?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Ryan muttered. “I’m sorry.”
“Just shut up and kiss me, you fool!” I teased, slipping my fingers over the edge of the front pockets of his jeans.
“There he is!” Tammy shouted. She hurried over to where we stood. She grabbed one of Ryan’s arms; Marie forcefully removed his other arm from around my waist.