But where would he be on Monday morning?
I didn’t tangle with men anymore for that very reason. And Mr. Flannel over there was entirely too hot for me. Even for a one-night stand. Surely he was just confused with his dusky eyes locked onto mine, the tiniest curl peeking up on the edge of his lips.
“Holy fucking shit. He’sreallyinto Amy. He’s practically drooling.” Dee said.
Sharon pouted, “But I wanted that one for myself.”
Thoughts of Chris rolled through my head. He’d soured me on mankind. So I dropped my eyes from the Hottie-McHunkster and said, “He’s all yours, hon. I don’t have the bandwidth to play with a stallion like that.”
“Really?” she asked. “Because Iwillgo talk to him. You sure you don’t want dibs?”
A tiny pinch landed in my heart, and I glanced back over at him.
He was still staring right at me, with a feral look on his face, like he wanted to take me right here on the bar.
I flushed bright red and looked away. “Yeah. I’m sure. I don’t think I could handle a ride like that.”
Sharon giggled and announced, “Your loss,” as she wiggled her way over to him, using all her feminine assets to catch him.
That man looked like he would be alife-changing one-night stand.
But I didn’t need my life changed. I needed a steady, even keel.
Give me an accountant. Or a financial advisor. Maybe a mid-level manager. Not whatever that steaming hot mountain beast was.
I vowed to spend the rest of the night avoiding eye contact with him.
Sharon came back a minute later, disappointed and unsuccessful in her mission. She said his name was Dawson, andthat he seemed really nice. But that he’d shown zero interest in her.
When I snuck a glance his way, I saw that he’d gone back to the booth where his friend was sitting. He was another big, burly man in flannel. Was that like a dress code around here?
After settling into the girl’s night out vibe, and getting a few drinks in me, I felt a lot better. I almost forgot about my too-tight shirt, and the way these boots pinched my feet.
And despite that, hanging out with the ladies was fun.
We got out on the dance floor and shook our butts for the crowd, played a disastrous game of darts, and waited for one of the pool tables to open up.
It was during our first game of pool that the whole night went sideways.
As I was trying to make a corner pocket shot, I glanced up as the door to the bar swung open. The shot went bad, and the cue ball flew off the table, rolling across the well-used floor of the bar.
It rolled right to the feet of the sexy mountain man I’d been avoiding all night long. The one with the hungry eyes and the devilish lips.
But the reason I’d lost the shot was even worse than that.
Chris Macon had just walked in the door with a gorgeous woman on his arm. He was wearing a big cowboy hat and strutting like he was the main thing on display.
Chris just happened to be my ex.Andthe one who had permanently turned me off men.
He looked good, but I had to admit that around these serious mountain men his cowboy swagger seemed a little contrived.
But who was I to talk? I was wearing a pair of pink cowgirl boots that had never seen mud or a cow a single day of their life.
Damn it.Chris was sure to see me at some point. But I wouldn’t go out of my way to say hi to himorhide from him. If I’d had my own car here, maybe I would have tried to sneak out the door. But we’d all carpooled, and I was stuck here until the rest of the ladies decided to leave.
I looked away just as Chris planted a kiss on his gorgeous date’s cheek.
“Just a second, ladies. Let me go get my ball,” I said.
