“Yeah, I do, too, but we’re doing our job.”
“Let’s go sit at the bar. Between the two of us, we can at least keep the crowd back some,” I suggested.
“Lead the way.”
There was something about being a biker. Even when we weren’t wearing our cuts, people just knew not to fuck with us. Well, most people did. There were always a few idiots who didn’t get the memo.
A few hours later, the crowd thinned out to a more manageable size. I was still sitting at the bar when I saw her. She was at the opposite end of the bar staring into the glass in front of her. As people moved all around her, she kept her eyes fixed on her drink. And I kept my eyes fixed on the beautiful woman with long, auburn hair.
After several minutes, she picked up the glass and downed its contents before placing it back on the counter and staring at the bartender with her bright green eyes. Sam made his way over and briefly spoke to her before returning with another glass, which she immediately drained. The pretty woman with the sad face was clearly on a mission.
Shit. It was none of my business what she was doing. People came to bars to get drunk for whatever reason. But I knew why I was drawn to her. Because she was alone. No one went to bars to drink like that by themselves. Everything inside of me was screaming at me to leave her alone. But I was given the name Savior for a reason, no matter how hard I fought it.
By the time I got my ass off the stool and went over to sit beside her, she’d had three more drinks. I caught Sam’s eye and signaled for him to cut her off. I took a sip of my drink and kept my eyes facing forward when I asked, “You wanna talk about it?”
She didn’t hesitate. “No,” she said firmly.
“You meeting some friends here?”
“No.”
“Can’t let you keep drinking like that by yourself.”
She scoffed. “You gonna drink with me?”
“No.”
“Then go away,” she said and waved her hand at Sam.
When Sam looked at me, I shook my head. “I told him to cut you off. You’ve had enough.”
I expected an outburst and braced myself for it. What I did not expect was for her to throw some money on the bar, slide off her bar stool, and start attempting to walk to the front door.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I followed closely behind her.
“I’m leaving,” she said.
“You can’t drive. You’re drunk.”
“No shit, Captain Obvious. I’m not driving anywhere,” she said with a slight slur. “I’m gonna walk.”
“You can’t walk home.”
“You’re kind of a buzzkill. You should go away.”
“I’ll take you home.”
“Nope. Nu-uh-uh. Stranger danger. I don’t wanna end up on the news. No, siree,” she said and shook her finger at me.
“Go ahead and take her home. I’ll finish up here,” Coal said from my side.
“He’s a good guy. Let him take you home,” Sam encouraged. I didn’t realize he’d followed us to the front door.
Surprisingly, she didn’t argue. She nodded once at Sam, followed me to my truck, put on her seat belt, and let me take her home.
But then she came back the next night.
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