Shelby’s look speaks volumes, andoh, shitis what it says, but she grabs my hand. “I’m sure it’s not what you think.”
“Where’s the restroom?” I feel like I’m going to be sick.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Luisa—
Shelby points at a hallway across the room, and I push through the crowd and down the length. Two women are exiting the restroom, and I shove past them in my rush and lock the door.
I heave into the toilet, and all I can think of is,what am I doing here?I need to leave. I just want to go home, but Blue is my ride.
Wiping my mouth, I splash my face with water and manage to feel better. The last thing I want to do is walk back out into the bar area, but I can’t stay in here all night.
Taking a few deep breaths, I step out the door into the hallway. Before heading toward the great room, I hear raised voices at the other end and hesitate, listening.
“Do you know what kind of damn spot you’ve put me in? Do you? Did you even stop the think about it? Goddamn it, Blue.” There’s a loud bang like something was thrown against the wall, and I hear glass shatter.
There’s a slow whistle, then another man speaks. “Don’t break the good stuff, Prez.”
“Shut up.” It’s silent for a moment. “Get the fuck out of my sight. This is Zig’s birthday party. I’ll deal with you later.”
A door opens, and I turn with a gasp and hustle down the hall. Before I make it to the end, I hear Blue’s voice.
“Luisa. Wait.”
I stop but don’t turn.
He’s on me in a second, taking my elbow. “You okay?”
“I was just in the restroom.”
“You hear all that?” He nods toward the door at the end.
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I heard more than enough today. I want to go home.”
“What’s wrong?”
I jerk out of his hold, and we face each other. “I was a bet? That’s the only reason you danced with me that night? Some crummy, stupid bet?”
His eyes slide closed for a moment. “It wasn’t like that. Once I met you, I didn’t give a damn about that bet. It was a stupid joke.”
“I want to go home,” I grind out.
“Fine. Let’s get out of here.” He grabs my hand, and even though I try to pull free, his grip is tight.
Once we’re in the main room, I don’t want to cause a scene, so I quit fighting it and let him lead me through the crowd. He doesn’t let go of me until we reach his bike, like I’m going to run or something, which is ridiculous because there’s nowhere to go.
When he drops my hand to climb on the bike, I cross my arms and throw a hip petulantly.
“Get on, babe.”
I roll my eyes, and he holds the helmet out to me.
“You were the one who wanted to go. We goin’ or not?”
Asshole.
Huffing, I climb on, and we head out without another word.
