Chapter Seventeen-Blaire

Leo Young stood there in all his glory, that dimpled smile on his handsome face. His arms outstretched, bringing back memories from my freshman year of college. The easygoing guy that I met at a club downtown one wild Saturday night.

I’d briefly dated him, more or less, a friend with benefits for a couple of semesters. Nothing serious, but by the way Luther reacted, I didn’t dare hug him. I didn’t dare breathe or move a muscle.

He stepped in front of him, blocking our eye contact. “Wow, Luther Reed, you found your mate, I see.”

Luther’s shoulders were tense, the room quiet and the atmosphere heavy. “How do you know her?” he asked.

Leo took a step to the side, briefly meeting my gaze before Luther blocked him again. “Don’t look at her. Look at me. How do you know my mate?”

Leo chuckled and tilted his head to the side. “I met her years ago. We ... were friends.”

I sensed the smug smile on Leo’s face without seeing him. If he was anything like the guy I remembered, the smug smile wa