If You Come Back To Me. Beth Kery

the matter, Reyes? Worried about bruising those delicate surgeon’s hands?” Liam taunted softly. His cocky grin dared Eric to hit him.

      Mari groaned when she saw the flash of fury in Eric’s dark eyes as he started toward Liam.

      “Eric, don’t—” Mari called out, but Marc was already moving to intercept them.

      “Cut it out, you two,” Marc barked. He reached to restrain Eric, his muscles flexing hard beneath his shirt.

      But someone else got to Eric first. A hand tapped him on the shoulder. Eric turned, his back to Mari. He remained firmly planted on his feet, but jerked when someone landed a punch on his jaw.

      “Leave my brothers alone, Reyes.”

      Mari gaped when she recognized Colleen Kavanaugh.

      “Get her inside right now,” Marc growled at Liam, his eyes blazing.

      Liam looked like he was chewing nails as he regarded Eric. For a second, Mari worried he’d refuse to obey Marc’s taut command, but then he grabbed his sister’s arm and murmured to her.

      Colleen stumbled on the gravel, her sandaled feet moving reluctantly as Liam led her back to the bar. She twisted around and pinned Eric with a baleful stare. He didn’t move, just stood there as if frozen, gazing after the retreating Kavanaughs. Mari heard him curse softly beneath his breath as he stared at Colleen’s beautiful, tear-dampened face.

      Soon only she, Eric and Marc remained in the parking lot. She couldn’t fully identify the expression on Marc’s face as his gaze flickered over her, then Eric, then her again. It was as if every imaginable emotion frothed inside him at once in that charged moment. His mouth looked set and hard when he turned and walked toward Jake’s Place.

      Mari exhaled shakily.

      Eric and she regarded each other silently in the dim parking lot lights as the band finished a raucous tune. The final chords faded off in the hot, still summer night. She sensed that Eric knew, as she did, that they’d just narrowly escaped a volatile explosion of emotion.

      Nausea rose in her like a striking snake, taking her by surprise. She gagged and bent over, coughing.

      “Mari?” Eric’s voice sounded shocked and concerned. He touched her back. “Are you okay?”

      She swallowed with effort and straightened shakily. “I…I don’t know. I just felt sick there for a minute.”

      “Come on. Let’s get you home. This is the last thing you needed to deal with on top of not feeling well.”

      But as Eric led her to his car, she turned to watch Marc disappear inside Jake’s and willfully tamped down the desire to go after him.