For the first time all night my brain starts slowing down.
Then a familiar voice slides in beside me.
“Well look who it is.”
I glance sideways.
Amber.
Blonde. Loud. And someone I slept with a few times months ago when I felt like killing time.
She slides onto the stool next to me like she owns it.
“Haven’t seen you around lately,” she says, resting her elbow on the bar.
“Been busy.”
Her fingers brush my arm. “Are you busy tonight?”
I pull my arm away.
“Yeah.”
She pouts slightly.
“Your loss.”
“Probably.”
Amber rolls her eyes and drifts toward the dance floor.
Rev chuckles from behind me.
“You’re slipping, Ghost.”
“Not interested.”
“Not even a little?”
I shake my head.
Because every time my mind drifts tonight…
It goes back to Rae sitting on that couch with her dogs piled all over her.
The way she looks at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention.
The way she tried to push me away even though everything between us felt right.
Rev studies my expression. “Still thinking about the farm girl?”
“Yeah.”
He grins. “You’re screwed.”
“Probably.”
But I’m not smiling. I stand up and toss cash on the counter.
