He didn’t say anything.
“Okay, then, Roger.”
“Roger?” he scoffed.
“Well, you’re not giving me any hints.”
“It’s not Roger.”
I took a small sip of my cocktail as I drank in those gray eyes. They were just so damn beautiful. “You must be a Theo then.”
“Are we done here?”
“Is that your name?”
Sighing, he caught someone flagging him down and walked away.
“See ya later, Tennessee!”
Cheyenne came bouncing over to me, a grin on her face. “Is that his name? Tennessee?”
“No idea,” I shrugged. “He’s staying at the rental next to me.”
“Ooh, eye candy every day. You’re so lucky.”
“Yeah?” I nudged her as I nodded across the bar. “There’s Archer. Maybe you should go say hi.”
“Ha! He’s made it perfectly clear that he won’t look twice at me.”
“Then Mav,” I said, giving a pointed look to the sheriff. “You’ve always had a thing for him.”
“Hmm, a man with cuffs. Not sure you can go wrong with that.”
“So, you want to help me cheer up my brother?”
“Ugh, do I have to?”
“I can’t stay with him another night if he’s going to mope like this. It’s so sad and pathetic.”
“He needs a new girlfriend, not his sister.”
“Yes, but until he finds that girlfriend, he’s going to drive me crazy.”
I started weaving through the crowd, but the moment I saw the table he was at, I knew this was going to be a long night. He was surrounded by women.
And they were all giving him a pitying look.
“Does that mean we don’t have to cheer him up?” Cheyenne hissed.
“It means this night just got a whole lot worse.”
“Then I’m going to put in a song for us.”
“Sister Sledge!” I called out.
“Not a chance in hell!”
Well, that sucked. “I got you a drink,” I said, sliding the glass across the table to Sawyer.
