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She wasn’t so certain about Brogan yet, though she had hoped to find out. That aura of danger that surrounded him assured her that not knowing was probably for the best, though. This was as dangerous as she wanted her life to get, she assured herself as she evaded male hands attempting to pat her rear, cup a breast, or convince her to dance.
Her head was beginning to throb like gremlins were attempting to dig out her brains. And the gremlins were beginning to grow.
Glancing back to the table Brogan sat at, Eve saw Sandi running her fingers through his hair as she leaned toward his ear and said something. Eve’s temples began to pound even more. Anger was rushing through her, crashing through her system and making her headache worse as she delivered the drinks to the proper table.
“Hey, Eve, that party in the corner is talking about rolling, and I don’t see a designated. ” One of the bouncers stopped her as she delivered drinks to another table. “Should I call a cab?”
“Let me check,” she suggested. “Someone came in earlier whom I haven’t seen drinking yet. ”
Moving to the women laughing and gathering their things together, Eve stepped to the table and caught the attention of the newcomer who had arrived late.
Tall, dressed in a pair of knee-length baggy shorts and a T-shirt, the other woman sat back in her chair watching the group with a smile. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, the long excess pulled through the back of the ball cap she wore.
“Hey, Samantha,” Eve greeted the detective who had just been hired to work with the Somerset police force. “You designated tonight?”
An amused smile crossed the other woman’s strong features as she adjusted the low-profile cap she wore.
“I have them. A friend is waiting outside with another car so we could get them all. ” Samantha laughed. “Though I’m wondering if I shouldn’t just arrest the lot of them. ”
The women groaned, then laughed as though the detective had just told some incredible joke.
“I’ll leave them to you, then. ” Eve nodded.
“Hey, Evie. ” One of the partygoers waved at her enthusiastically. “Where’s your sister?”
Eve laughed back. “Which one?”
“The one Samantha was asking Mellie about,” she replied suggestively, her drunken demeanor more insulting than curious. “Samantha is—”
“Fed up with the drunkards. ” Samantha rose to her feet, adjusted her cap, and glared back at the others. “Let’s go if you’re going, or your asses can sit here. ”
Firm and reminding Eve far too much of the Mackays’ tones when they’d gotten tired of the bullshit, Samantha Bryce had the women moving within seconds.
Eve shook her head at the tottering group. She stood aside and watched them make their way to the exit as Samantha herded them along like children.
Poor Samantha and whoever her friend was. Getting those women to their respective homes wasn’t going to be done easily.
“You really should give it up and stop casting him those puppy-dog looks. ”
Turning around slowly, Eve stared back at Sandi, wondering what she had done for karma to want to kick her ass tonight.
“Go away, Sandi,” she retorted wearily. She was really getting tired of this crap.
“If he wanted you, he wouldn’t be there with us,” Sandi stated then.
“Or he could just be waiting for me to get off work. ” Eve turned back to the other woman, her smile deliberately challenging. “Now, if you’ll excuse me . . . ”
She didn’t wait for Sandi to excuse her or not. Picking up her tray, she moved toward the bar.
“Brogan’s not white trash, Eve,” Sandi continued behind her.
“You should know, Sandi. ” What the hell was it going to take to get rid of this woman?
“At least I didn’t sell myself to some rich pervert, like your mother did,” Sandi stated, disgust heavy in her voice as Eve started to step up from the main floor to the bar area.
Oh, that was it.
Eve swung around so fast, so furiously that Sandi nearly ran into her. The other woman had to back up quickly, nearly tipping and falling on the stilts she called shoes.
