Some I recognized from other nights out, others seemed new. Tonight he wore a white collared dress shirt, sleeves rolled, exposing lean, tanned forearms.A flush spread across my cheeks. He wasn’t here with a date.Suddenly, Samir turned. He grinned at me, his head jerking in a nod. His gaze ran over me from head to toe, his grin widening.I froze. I couldn’t stop staring at him. A part of me wanted to cross the room and say hi. Hell, I wanted to say more than hi. I was losing my mind.“Oh, shit,” Michael exclaimed.I tore my attention away from Samir.“What’s up?” I asked, recognizing his tone immediately. It was his something-major-is-about-to-go-down voice.“Shit is about to get ugly.”I scanned the crowd, but nothing seemed out of place to me. No one was wearing the same outfit; no one seemed to be messing with someone else’s guy. My gaze settled back on Samir’s group. He’d turned away from me, his attention focused on something else. A low murmur seemed to spread throughout the crowd.
