“Eh, you right, cuz. But at least when I drink,
“everybody has a good time.”
He laughs, claps Ben on the shoulder,
and disappears into the crowd.
At the bar,
Andrew’s shaking hands with Raymond
and James, Raymond’s CEO brother,
pouring amber into both their glasses.
Raymond leans in,
conversation too low for me to catch this time.
Andrew nods, jaw clenched,
eyes flicking my way for a heartbeat,
then gone.
I can’t shake the thought Raymond knows it was him on the roof—if that’s what this little powwow at the bar is about.
I’m two seconds from leaping out of my chair to shut it down, but before I have a chance to move, they break.
Raymond turns,
gaze hunting until it lands on me.
He’s coming this way,
strolling through the crowd,
slapping backs, nodding,
eyes never leaving mine.
Then he’s beside Ben,
hand on his shoulder as he leans in?—
“Told the bartender to cut her off,” he says,
low enough to confine,
loud enough to gut me.
“This isn’t a playground for girls who can’t hold their drinks.”
My brows shoot up.
I glance between Raymond’s cocky smirk
and Ben’s blank face.
