Catching the hazel eyes beside me, I felt the warmth from her hand on the small of my back. Without hesitation I ordered another beer and handed it to Jenna. For an old girl she scrubbed up all right.
“Hanging in there?”
“Hanging’s definitely the word for it.”
I just nodded. I didn’t have the words. I didn’t need them. If anyone was going to understand my lack of vocabulary skills right now, it would be Jenna. Taking a long pull from my beer, I let everything settle. All we had to do was get through the rest of the night. It wasn’t going to be easy, it wasn’t even going to be very enjoyable, but it would get easier.
“You going to tell me about the girl whose got you twisted up in knots?”
“What girl? Zoe?”
Jenna chuckled as she picked at the label on her bottle. “Zoe’s always going to have you wrapped around her little finger. You’re no more immune to that girl’s brand of crazy voodoo than my boys were. But she’s not the one for you.”
“No. She’s not.”
The confession felt dirty. I loved Zoe, I always would, but she wasn’t my girl. My life. I prayed one day she’d find someone again who made her his world, but I wasn’t the guy for her. We both knew it. It still didn’t make it any easier to admit, though.
“But the blonde is.”
“Blonde?”
I was sure I hadn’t mentioned any specifics about Mia. I may have mentioned her in passing, but if I was describing her I’d talk about her tight ass and those legs before I mentioned her hair colour. Jenna smirked, her whole face alive with mischief. She took a swig from her beer before pointing over my shoulder. Turning around, I spotted something that stole my breath.
The girl who had occupied almost every single one of my waking and sleeping thoughts was standing in the doorway. The floor length black dress she wore had a deliciously dangerous split up her leg, allowing a sneak peek of her creamy thigh. My blood boiled in my veins. This woman was going to be the death of me. Adjusting myself as discreetly as I could, I heard Jenna’s giggle felt the warmth of her breath on my neck.
“Go get your girl.” I felt a nudge in my side, and before I knew what was happening, my feet were propelling me through the crowd towards the one person who had a chance at making this night bearable.
