Not from me.
“I’m not leaving,” I said at their questioning stares. “I was here first.”
Cammie smirked, but the band began playing again before we could speak.
Still, I felt everyone watching us. Waiting to see if any drama would unfold. I tried to focus on the band, but I could see Ramsay out of the corner of my eye turning to watch them too.
Unfortunately, I noticed the lead singer, an attractive, very tall, very voluptuous redhead closer to Ramsay in age, staring in his direction as she sang. When her lips turned into an inviting smile, I stiffened, following her line of sight.
Sure enough, she and Ramsay were locked in a staring contest.
Was he fucking kidding me?
Cammie shifted beside me, and I didn’t even need to look at her to know she’d noticed.
The whole pub probably noticed.
When the song ended, the vocalist thanked us, and the band began packing up their stuff.
Taran shot me a worried glance because I was glued to what was happening, waiting on edge for it to play out.
Sure enough, the redhead strolled over to the bar, introducing herself to Quinn and Ramsay. Quinn quickly turned to talk to the person at his other side and Ramsay bent his head as the redhead spoke in his ear.
Jealousy was like a knife wound across my chest—and I could say that with authority now.
“This is unbelievable,” Cammie hissed.
“Don’t look.” Taran angled her body toward me. “How’s the B and B coming along?”
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t engage in banal discourse.
Instead, I watched as the redhead and Ramsay barely made any conversation before they moved from the bar.
To walk out together.
It felt like my heart was cracking in two.
“Watch yourself with that one, sweetheart!” Cammie suddenly called over the noise of the pub, hushing everyone into silence.
I couldn’t even be embarrassed.
I could only process the pain.
Ramsay and the redhead halted.
“He’ll cut out your fucking heart,” Cammie spat at them.
I didn’t know how the redhead reacted because I was staring at Ramsay.
He met my gaze, and I couldn’t hide my feelings. I wanted to so badly because he didn’t deserve them.
And I hated him for it.
Ihatedhim.
There was nothing on his face. No hint that he even cared.
