Instead of watching all the other women prancing in front of him tonight, he only had eyes for me.
At one time, that would have made me feel really damn good, but after what he did, I was ready to stab him in the eye with the knife in my hand.
“Easy there, Tiger,” Cheyenne chuckled. “I know it seems like a good idea. But then you’re covered in blood and the police are hauling you off to jail, and the press gets a very bad picture of you looking like a modern-day Carrie…that’s just not a look you want to remember.”
“Why the hell is he here?” I snapped. “For the past two weeks, all he’s done is follow me around. And for what? Why is he looking at me?”
She swirled in her chair, sucking in a breath when she saw the same heated look I felt sliding over my skin, making me remember the way he touched me before he threw me away for another woman.
“Um…that would be the look in major need of a decking.”
Snorting in amusement, I went back to my dinner. “Well, he’s not gonna get it from me. That ship sailed long ago.”
“Not that long ago. I mean, if you’re having second thoughts?—”
“Believe me, there is nothing he could do to change my mind. I can’t believe he has the nerve to show up here and look at me in that way. Who does he think he is?”
“Liam Parker,” she smirked. “And Liam Parker usually gets what he wants.”
“Not tonight. Not any night,” I snarled. “Asshole,” I muttered, sliding the knife through the steak rather aggressively.
“Okay,” she chuckled, snatching the knife from my grasp. “Let’s not take it out on good beef. You’re massacring an already dead animal.”
I slammed my fork down, pissed as hell that he was ruining my night. “I just don’t understand why he’s here! This is my domain,” I jabbed a finger at the table.
“Well, yes and no. I mean, it is his sister’s bar. Maybe,” she said, twirling her own fork in the air. “Maybe he’s glaring at you because you’re in his space. Maybe that angry look isn’t at all about how much he wants to rip off your clothes, but instead, is about murdering you for daring to come into his bar.”
I snorted in amusement at that. “Trust me, I know that look, and it has nothing to do with murdering me.”
“God, what I wouldn’t do for a few details to entertain me on the lonely nights.”
“That’s disgusting.”
Sighing, she took a drink. “Not if you had my social life at the moment. You know what we need?”
“For Archer to show up?”
“He’s already proven to not be interested in me, and sadly, none of the other men in town are appealing.”
“You’re too picky.”
“Says the woman who didn’t give away her V-card until just a few weeks ago.”
“Shh!”
“What? Like anyone in this bar cares?”
“You know they all do, and the last thing I need is any more gossip being spread about me. I’ve given them enough to last a lifetime.”
She grabbed her drink, taking a long sip as she eyed someoneacross the room. “Well, if you really want him to leave you alone, you could always get your revenge now.”
“And how would I do that?”
She nodded, and I followed her gaze, landing right on Archer.
“Seriously? You want me to hit on Archer? I thought you liked him!”
“Yes, but I’m the type of friend who would sacrifice a pleasurable night in the sack with him if it meant you got revenge on your ex, who very much deserves it.”
