“Whew, that shit never gets easier to swallow. I’m
surprised you didn’t order your usual.”
“I’m done with raspberry martinis. They remind me too
much of Alex. It’s all I would ever drink when we’d go out. I want
to start new things, make new habits.”
She slapped her hand on the counter. “You’re damn
right. How about another shot?”
“Sounds good to me.” We downed another shot and I was
starting to feel pretty good.
“Do you want to dance?”
I shook my head. “Not really. I’m sure there are some
gorgeous guys out there who’d be happy to dance with you.”
“You sure? I don’t want to leave you alone.”
Laughing, I pushed her away. “Go, I’ll be fine.”
She pouted her lips, but as soon as she hit the dance
floor, two guys sandwiched her and she was in heaven. Instead of
ordering another shot, I got water and watched her dance. “Can I
get you a drink?” someone asked behind me. I turned around and a
sharply dressed man in his mid-thirties smiled at me.
“No, thank you. I’m actually waiting for
someone.”
He sat down beside me. “I’ll just wait with you
then.”
“Be my guest.” Trying my best to ignore him, I turned
my body away so I could focus on Nic and not have to look at him.
He was easy on the eyes, but I could smell sleazeball from a mile
away.
“So what do you do?” he asked.
I tilted my head to the side so he could hear me over
the music. “I’m an undercover agent.”
“Really? I never would’ve pegged you for that line of
work.”
I blinked my eyes innocently. “Don’t feel bad, most
people don’t suspect it. Do you want to know what I specialize
in?”
He licked his lips and moved closer. “Tell me.”
“Women hire me to find out if their husbands are
cheating. You’d be surprised the kind of shit I can dig up on a
man.” His face turned green and I smiled wide as he scurried off
without another word. Worthless jackass .
“Should I even ask what that was about?” Kyle asked,
approaching the bar. His face was still bruised from the fight but
it was on the mend.
I patted the seat beside me and smiled when he sat.
“Oh you know, just your average cheating husband trying to score
with a chick at the bar.”
“How do you know he was married?”
“He had a tan line where his wedding band should be.
Granted, he could be separated, but judging by the reaction I got
from him, I’d say no.”
He chuckled. “Damn, I pity someone who tries to get
one over on you.”
If only I’d been like that sooner, then maybe I
would’ve seen through Alex. “I try to be,” was all I could say. We
both laughed and it was the first time I’d noticed his eyes. “Hey,
you’re not wearing your contacts.” One eye was brown and the other
green.
“Does it bother you?” he asked in all
seriousness.
“No, not at all. I’ve never known anyone other than
you to have eyes like that. It’s different. Unique.”
“Most people find it unnerving. That’s why I didn’t
wear the contacts. I figured I’d need to be intimidating tonight if
I was going to be around you. But it looks like you can handle
yourself.”
I bumped him in the shoulder. “I appreciate it. I’m
not used to the whole club scene anymore. I’ve been away from it
for a while. To be honest, I’m only here for Nic.”
Kyle scanned the crowd with narrowed eyes. “So who’s
this friend you always talk about?” I pointed her out and she waved
at us; he nodded back. She smiled and continued her gyrating.
Turning around, he ordered a beer and took a swig. “I always
preferred parties to this scene. I had one every weekend before the
accident.”
“I guess now it must seem kind of lonely without all
your groupies, huh?”
He took another gulp of his beer and looked over at
me. “Actually, it was lonelier then.”
“And now you’re here to make peace with your sister.
I hope it works out for you. Kacey has a good heart. I often
wondered how someone like her could have a
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