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says, it’s clearly nothing to do with business, because her words stop Willa dead on the spot.
For some reason, this makes me freeze too. She’s discovered something; I just know it.
I just don’t know what.
I wait, my shoulders tense as I see her turn back to face me. It’s like the action is happening in slow motion, and that’s killing me. I live life in the fast lane—
always have done, always will—and I need to know now.
Her bright blue eyes are shiny and panicked. Her lips are pulled inwards, pursed into a strained expression. She’s wringing her hands, tugging on her fingers, clearly stressed as hell.
I want to rush to her side; I want to pull her in towards my body, but after what feels like forever, she slowly lifts up two of her fingers, indicating two minutes.
I want to shake my head, to tell her not to go anywhere without me, but time speeds up once more and she’s whipped away from my sight.
Not sure what else to do, I continue my walk over to the bar, noticing that my swagger has already become more of a stagger. If Willa 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, desperately trying to find some change to pay for this drink. In all of 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 desperately to make her cleavage more bountiful and attractive to me. “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. Willa.
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 that I might be able to use this girl to get some information. I know Willa 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, trying to remember the name of the guy that Willa mentioned when she told me about Nicolette. “The same guy as before? Brian?”
She looks confused for a second before realization crosses her face. “Oh, you mean Ryan? Urgh! 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
For some reason, this makes me freeze too. She’s discovered something; I just know it.
I just don’t know what.
I wait, my shoulders tense as I see her turn back to face me. It’s like the action is happening in slow motion, and that’s killing me. I live life in the fast lane—
always have done, always will—and I need to know now.
Her bright blue eyes are shiny and panicked. Her lips are pulled inwards, pursed into a strained expression. She’s wringing her hands, tugging on her fingers, clearly stressed as hell.
I want to rush to her side; I want to pull her in towards my body, but after what feels like forever, she slowly lifts up two of her fingers, indicating two minutes.
I want to shake my head, to tell her not to go anywhere without me, but time speeds up once more and she’s whipped away from my sight.
Not sure what else to do, I continue my walk over to the bar, noticing that my swagger has already become more of a stagger. If Willa 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, desperately trying to find some change to pay for this drink. In all of 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 desperately to make her cleavage more bountiful and attractive to me. “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. Willa.
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 that I might be able to use this girl to get some information. I know Willa 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, trying to remember the name of the guy that Willa mentioned when she told me about Nicolette. “The same guy as before? Brian?”
She looks confused for a second before realization crosses her face. “Oh, you mean Ryan? Urgh! 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
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