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bar. I notice my swagger has already become more of a stagger. If Cherie is about to find out that her sister is dead, then she’s going to collapse. I may have only met this girl last night, but I don’t think I can see her fall apart. It’ll tear at my heart.
Until now, I didn’t even know I had a heart.
“Whiskey,” I manage to blurt out to the bartender.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” The tall, leggy brunette throws an exaggerated wink my way.
Normally, I’d want to flirt back, just to be polite, but I can’t even muster up a half-smile.
The drink slides across the bar in my direction, and I shove my hand into my pocket. I'm desperately trying to find some change to pay for this drink. In all the chaos, I’d forgotten how broke I was.
“This one’s on the house.” The brunette smiles at me again as she watches me.
“Thank you,” I mutter, finally forcing a weak half-smile back at her.
“So…” She leans on the bar, pursing her red lips towards me, forcing my attention on her. She squashes her arms together, trying to make her cleavage more bountiful and attractive. “What’s a handsome guy like you doing in a place like this so early in the morning?”
Now that she’s closer to me, she’s using a huskier voice; one that clearly works on other guys the rest of the time. I can’t even feel a stirring in my pants, though. I’m much too worried, too distracted, too focused on another girl. Cherie.
It’s fucking weird; I’ve never been this way about anyone before. I still don’t even know what to do about it.
“I’m just…” I’m about to quickly shoot the brunette down when it hits me. I might be able to use this girl to get some information. I know Cherie is off speaking to someone else, but having multiple opinions can’t hurt. In a world like this, you never know who you can and can’t trust.
I lean in, almost close enough that I could press my lips against hers in a second.
“I’m just wondering where Crystal is,” I say, arching one eyebrow.
My plan is to go with jealousy. The bigger the reaction I can get out of her, the more she’s likely to spill.
“Crystal?” She pulls back, indignant. “God, it’s always about Crystal!”
I can’t believe how quickly it’s worked. I was expecting a much bigger fight. I thought she’d at least attempt to play it cool at first.
“She has a boyfriend, you know,” the girl continues.
“Yeah?” I take a slow sip of my drink. I'm trying to remember the name of the guy that Cherie mentioned when she told me about Bridgette. “The same guy as before? Brian?”
She looks confused for a second before realization crosses her face. “Oh, you mean Hunter? Ugh! No.” She picks up a rag and starts wiping it over the dirty bar. Clearly I’ve gone a step too far and shown too much interest in another girl. Luckily my end game has nothing to do with getting this girl into bed, so I’m not really bothered by her reaction. “No, she’s with Lucas now. One of the bouncers that works here.”
I hear her answer, but I barely take it in because I can see Cherie making her way back over to me. Her face is pale, but also relieved. I can now see that she was well aware that her sister could have turned up dead. Thank fuck she hasn’t—but that doesn’t necessarily mean that all is well in the world. Cherie looks very aware of that fact.
Before I’ve even realized that I’m moving, I’m by her side, touching her arm. She looks unsteady on her feet, so I lower her into the nearest seat.
“She…Hunter…I don’t…”
“I know,” I say before she puts herself out trying to explain this to me.
She stares at me, confused for a second, before choosing not to question me further. I’m a guy that always gets what he wants. At least she can see that now.
She sucks in a couple of deep breaths before snatching the tumbler of whiskey from my hand. She gulps down a decent-sized mouthful. She pulls a face as the warm
Until now, I didn’t even know I had a heart.
“Whiskey,” I manage to blurt out to the bartender.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” The tall, leggy brunette throws an exaggerated wink my way.
Normally, I’d want to flirt back, just to be polite, but I can’t even muster up a half-smile.
The drink slides across the bar in my direction, and I shove my hand into my pocket. I'm desperately trying to find some change to pay for this drink. In all the chaos, I’d forgotten how broke I was.
“This one’s on the house.” The brunette smiles at me again as she watches me.
“Thank you,” I mutter, finally forcing a weak half-smile back at her.
“So…” She leans on the bar, pursing her red lips towards me, forcing my attention on her. She squashes her arms together, trying to make her cleavage more bountiful and attractive. “What’s a handsome guy like you doing in a place like this so early in the morning?”
Now that she’s closer to me, she’s using a huskier voice; one that clearly works on other guys the rest of the time. I can’t even feel a stirring in my pants, though. I’m much too worried, too distracted, too focused on another girl. Cherie.
It’s fucking weird; I’ve never been this way about anyone before. I still don’t even know what to do about it.
“I’m just…” I’m about to quickly shoot the brunette down when it hits me. I might be able to use this girl to get some information. I know Cherie is off speaking to someone else, but having multiple opinions can’t hurt. In a world like this, you never know who you can and can’t trust.
I lean in, almost close enough that I could press my lips against hers in a second.
“I’m just wondering where Crystal is,” I say, arching one eyebrow.
My plan is to go with jealousy. The bigger the reaction I can get out of her, the more she’s likely to spill.
“Crystal?” She pulls back, indignant. “God, it’s always about Crystal!”
I can’t believe how quickly it’s worked. I was expecting a much bigger fight. I thought she’d at least attempt to play it cool at first.
“She has a boyfriend, you know,” the girl continues.
“Yeah?” I take a slow sip of my drink. I'm trying to remember the name of the guy that Cherie mentioned when she told me about Bridgette. “The same guy as before? Brian?”
She looks confused for a second before realization crosses her face. “Oh, you mean Hunter? Ugh! No.” She picks up a rag and starts wiping it over the dirty bar. Clearly I’ve gone a step too far and shown too much interest in another girl. Luckily my end game has nothing to do with getting this girl into bed, so I’m not really bothered by her reaction. “No, she’s with Lucas now. One of the bouncers that works here.”
I hear her answer, but I barely take it in because I can see Cherie making her way back over to me. Her face is pale, but also relieved. I can now see that she was well aware that her sister could have turned up dead. Thank fuck she hasn’t—but that doesn’t necessarily mean that all is well in the world. Cherie looks very aware of that fact.
Before I’ve even realized that I’m moving, I’m by her side, touching her arm. She looks unsteady on her feet, so I lower her into the nearest seat.
“She…Hunter…I don’t…”
“I know,” I say before she puts herself out trying to explain this to me.
She stares at me, confused for a second, before choosing not to question me further. I’m a guy that always gets what he wants. At least she can see that now.
She sucks in a couple of deep breaths before snatching the tumbler of whiskey from my hand. She gulps down a decent-sized mouthful. She pulls a face as the warm
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