“Heswore, Spencer. To my face.”
Goddamn. She wasnotgonna let this go.
“Who the fuck’re you talkin’ about, Jennifer?” Spencer bellowed when he turned to face her.
“Slade. My husband.”
He laughed. “Ex-husband, Jenn. Meaning, not anymore. You fucked that up but good.”
She moved closer, her dark brown eyes leveled on his face.
It took effort not to flinch, not to cower. He hated this woman with a goddamn passion.
Still, he knew she could see his fear. The bitch fed off it.
“What’s wrong, Spencey,” she crooned, using that stupid fucking nickname she’d given him back then. “You miss me, don’t you?”
She lifted one red-tipped hand, reaching toward him.
Spencer grabbed her around her wrist, halting her progress. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” he ground out, keeping his voice low.
“Or what?” Her eyes traveled downward. “We both know you like it when I do.”
He dropped her wrist when Rafe tapped the bar behind him. With hurried movements, Spencer signed the receipt and added a tip.
“You shouldn’t be drivin’,” Rafe called after him.
“I’m not,” he assured the bartender.
“I’ll make sure he gets home safe,” Jennifer said. “Don’t you worry.” Her boot heels clicked on the hardwood behind him. “Right, Spencey?”
The second her hand landed on his shoulder, he spun around and got right up in her face. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me!”
As soon as the words were out, he knew the entire bar was looking his way. How could they not? He’d made a scene. Not unusual, though. They were used to him having near knock-down-drag-outs with Slade. Why would they be shocked that he was having them with Slade’s ex-wife?
“It’s okay,” Jennifer told the bar. “He’s had a little too much. I’ll make sure he’s tucked in nice and tight tonight.”
Spencer shook her off, and for the first time in a long time, real fear swept through him. Had she put something in his drink? She’d done it before. She could easily do it again.
“Is there a problem?”
The gravel-rough voice had Spencer looking over to see Archer Halligan moving their way. His expression was a mixture of frustration and concern.
“Not a problem to be had, sexy,” Jennifer bleated as he approached.
Spencer was impressed that Archer seemed to ignore her entirely, his brilliant turquoise gaze locked on him.
“You okay?”
It was all Spencer could do to nod, although he wasn’t sure whether he was. He didn’t feel dizzy or anything. That warmth from the alcohol was still there, but the buzz was wearing off. That was a good sign, right? If she had drugged him, he’d be loopy, maybe nauseous.
“Did you put somethin’ in my drink?” Spencer asked Jennifer, desperate to know.
“What?” She laughed it off. “Why would I do that? You were willing once. I’m sure you’ll be willing again.”
Before Spencer could blast the truth to the entire bar, Archer stepped up. He didn’t hesitate to hook a finger under his chin and tip his head back, forcing him to meet his gaze.
Spencer stared up at him, holding his stare, hoping Archer saw whatever it was he was looking for.
