The guys were trying to keep it reined in until Shane left. I should leave, but it’s been nice seeing everyone again, and I’ll be headed home for good soon. One last night won’t hurt anyone.
Nik gives me a questioning glare. “You good?”
“Yeah. I’ll catch a ride from JT.”
This might be a terrible idea, but I don’t care. I’m tired of being worried about everything all the time. I want to have fun for one night.
It doesn’t take much for dinner to turn into a drunken mess.
As I find a spot at the bar, my world is flipped upside down as the door swings open. He stands out like a sore thumb in his expensive blue suit and pristine dress shoes. I slide off the stool and waltz over to my soon-to-be ex-husband in sheer horror. His lip curls as he scans the place before his eyes land on me.
“Casey, what are you doing here?” I ask.
“I told you. I want to talk.”
“Okay? I was just home for a few months. We could have talked any of that time. Why are you here now?”
“I had work shit while you were home.”
“How did you even know where to find me?”
He looks at me likeduh.“I called your mom.”
Of course, my mother would tell him.
“Well, I’m kind of in the middle of something. We can talk some other time.” I start for the bar, and he grabs my arm.
“I drove two hours to see you. The least you can do is give me ten fucking minutes.”
I yank out of his grip. It’ll be a cold day in hell when I let him manhandle me.
Stepping closer, I whisper, “Casey, I’m not doing this here. You need to go.”
“Are you kidding me?”
As I’m about to say something, the hair on the back of my neck stands up.
The looming presence behind me says, “I think she said no.”
Casey grins like a hyena, narrowing his eyes.
“You must be Gabe.” His eyes flick between me and the man who just can’t seem to stay out of my damn business. He huffs, “I’ll leave when I’ve talked tomy wife.”
Gabe moves past me. “You’ll leave when I tell you to leave, or you can be carried out in a fucking body bag.”
I zip around him to stand between the two.
With a hand on Gabe’s chest, I say, “Enough. This is none of your business. Go!” Pointing my finger toward the table he was sitting at, I stare him down.
He glances between me and Casey for a beat too long before letting out a forceful exhale and stomping away.
I grab Casey by the arm, dragging him out the door. “We can talk outside. Let’s go.”
As we hit the parking lot, he pulls away from me. “What the fuck was that?” His brows lift, and he gestures to the clubhouse with an open palm. “That’s who you’d rather be with?”
“I’m not with anyone, Casey. God, you don’t listen at all, do you?”
“No. I heard it all loud and clear. Your criminal boyfriend threatened to murder me.”
