LUCAS
He had introduced himself as a friend of the family, but he was all over Bella. Everything in Lucas was telling him to go and yank Bella out of her seat. But, then, everyone would think that he was insane. It was becoming clear that this Dean guy was more than just a friend. Lucas could see the guy’s love for Bella in his body language. He pulled his cell phone out of his Jacket pocket and text Taylor.
Who is this guy?
Lucas looked down the table. Taylor was grinning at her phone. Seconds later, Lucas’ phone buzzed.
What guy?Taylor text back.
Lucas looked over at Taylor with narrowed eyes. She raised her hands, feigning ignorance as if she didn’t know who in the hell Lucas was talking about.
Don’t play with me, Taylor!
Okay, okay! That’s Bella’s ex-husband.
Ex?
Yeah.
Then, why is he here?
They’re still friends.
Friends? They look more than friendly.
Trust me, Lucas. They’re just friends.
Lucas stuffed his phone back inside his pocket and looked over at Bella. She was leaning on herso-calledex as he kissed her forehead. No longer wanting to watch the show, he stood suddenly.
Lincoln looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
“What’s up, bro?”
“I’m going to the bar,” Lucas grunted.
“Oh, good. Bring me back a vodka and tonic.”
“I looked like a fucking waiter?” Lucas snapped as he walked away.
He knew that he was taking his foul mood out on his brother, but shit, that’s what brothers were for. He made his way to the bar and ordered himself a shot of Don Julio. He knocked it back and gestured for the bartender to give him another one.
Lucas wanted Bella, and he could tell that she wanted him to some degree. But, if she was in love with another man, Lucas had no intention of throwing his hat in the ring. He took the second shot and looked around the restaurant. There were plenty of fish in the sea. Maybe he could get drunk, find a hot woman, and fuck Bella out of his brain.
“I’ll have one of those,” a male behind Lucas said.
When he turned around, he was face to face with Bella’s ex-husband.
“Give him another,” Dean told the bartender.
Lucas stood to his full height and looked the man in his eye. He was smiling, so he didn’t expect trouble. But, if there was to be trouble, Lucas was more than ready.
Getting right to the point, Dean asked, “So, you got a thing for Bella?”
“Is that a problem?”
Dean chuckled softly. “Not with me. I can see you two together.”
Lucas’ brows furrowed. He didn’t quite understand what was happening. “Do you still love her?” he asked, pointedly.
