What the fuck is happening?
Bas wasn’t just in her dreams but now in her bar. He stopped talking, his head swiveling towards her like a wolf catching a scent.
Bridget wanted to duck, but there was nowhere to hide. Bas’s look of surprise turned into a smile. He said something to the blond guy—Apollo—who turned to look at Bridget too. The blond only grinned and nudged him on.
Bas took his drink from Annie and started moving toward her through the crowd. Bridget looked to the door and calculated the distance and the time it would take to get her through it. Not enough to lose him.
As if sensing her intention, Bas course corrected to ensure he was between her and the door.Shit.
The crowd of people seemed to get out of Bas’s way. He was tall, and his broad set of shoulders looked ridiculously good ina tight button-up shirt. Dark curls and those insane purple-blue eyes made more than one woman glance his way. Bridget had to admit that if he hadn’t rudely disrupted her mind library time, she would have given him a second glance too.
Fuck.Bridget fought the urge to smooth her hair, which was still in kinks from sleeping in her braids. She didn’t have time to check what her daily eyeliner was doing or if she had anything in her teeth.
Bas stopped before her and stared at her with his vibrant eyes and predator-like focus.
“Hello, Hawk Girl,” he said, his mouth stretching into a relieved smile. “I’m so glad I finally found you.”
5
Bas had never thought much about the idea of Fate playing a role in his life, but finding Hawk Girl in the second bar of the night sure as hell made him feel like something was pulling his cosmic strings.
“Were you looking for me?” Hawk Girl asked uncertainly. She was sitting on a bar stool and still barely reached his shoulder. The eyeliner she was wearing made her rum-colored eyes look even bigger, and he fought the urge to touch her to ensure she was real. She was even prettier in real life, which was problematic because he had a hard enough time keeping his thoughts straight when he was around her.
“I was. I mean, I have been. I’m worried about you,” Bas said, going for honesty because he had always lacked Apollo’s easy charm. She looked at him like he was crazy, and he didn’t care because he was too excited that she was there in the flesh.
“I’m so glad you’re real,” he blundered on.
“Did you have your doubts?” she asked, her scared brow kicking up.
“Didn’t you? The astral plane is a really strange place. I’m glad you’re not some weird entity that just looked like a person, you know?”
He really needed to stop talking. Luckily, a waitress interrupted them and placed a plate of fish and chips down on the counter.
“Sorry, Sarah, can I get this to go?” Hawk Girl asked.
“Not a worry, Bridget.”
Bridget.So he had a name at last. She knew it, too, because she winced.
“I don’t know how to react here,” Bridget said once they were alone again. “I don’t know you, and it’s weird that you have just turned up with your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend? Apollo is my brother,” Bas hurried to explain. “He thought I needed to get out tonight. Too much time in my head talking to mystery girls.”
Bridget grinned. “I have a boss that kicked me out for the same reason.”
The waitress returned with a cardboard takeout box and gave Bridget a wink.
“I... Do you want to get out of here? With me, I mean?” Bas asked. Gods could he not be awkward for five seconds around this woman?
Bridget gave him a long, long look. “Okay, but only because I have a million questions for you. But just so we are clear, I really do know Krav Maga.”
“You’re safe with me,” he reassured her. She didn’t look convinced.
“Every guy says that, and it’s rarely true.”
“If you don’t feel safe at any moment in my presence, feel free to deck me.”
That made her smile. “Deal.”
