But she didn’t seem to notice. “And your attitude. And your harem.”
I frowned. “Okay, I don’t think it was a harem.” I heard Sasha make a choking sound to my left, but I ignored her.
“And youstilldon’t know I exist,” Bonnie said on a sigh. She placed her elbow on the bar and rested her chin in her hand. “We play softball against each other once a month.”
Now that I’d placed her, I knew she played third base for the teachers’ team, but I wasn’t about to correct her. One time, she’d tagged me out on the ass and then followed me into the dugout, apologizing profusely, her face so red, I thought she might pass out.
But other than rec league sports, our paths didn’t really cross—not in any meaningful way. She was right about that.
I didn’t remember her from high school. Mostly because I’d been too angry and stupid to notice anyone like her. And now, well, why would I?
Bonnie Clark was a bright, shiny do-gooder. I didn’t know what grade or subject she taught, but I was sure she excelled at it. She wanted to mold young minds and support future generations. I bet she came in early, stayed late, and bought classroom supplies with her own money.
In the Venn diagram of Kirby Falls, our circles didn’t touch.
She was in the same category as all off-limits women. She was married, and I didn’t fuck around with that.
I considered her for a long moment. “I know who you are. You’re one of the Clarks. You’re just not one of the farming ones.”
She shook her head in a way that said she was very disappointed in her student. “And you’re still a lone wolf.”
Bonnie cupped her hands above her ears again and made to howl, but I pressed my finger against her lips, fighting a smile.
God, she was hammered.
“Can you call someone to pick you up?” I asked. “Where’s your husband?” Then I winced, remembering what Kayla had said earlier.
Bonnie leaned away from my finger, gaze and voice going frosty. “I don’t have one of those anymore.”
I was not touching that with a fucking barge pole. “How about we call Will or your sister?”
“No, thank you,” she replied primly as her blinks grew slower. “I’m here to celebrate. I am officially divorced, and I’m going home with someone. And some sexy long-haired pirate bartender isn’t going to tell me what to do.”
I blinked.Sexy long-haired pirate bartender. What the hell?
Then Bonnie’s eyes closed and her head drooped fully into her hand. Her elbow slid along the smooth surface of the bar until she was slumped over, breathing deeply.
I shook my head. Passed-out Princess Barbie wasn’t going anywhere.
“Kayla,” I called, keeping my gaze on Bonnie to make sure she didn’t fall off her stool, “can you get a hold of someone to come get her?”
My bartender answered, cocktail shaker in hand, “I already tried calling Larry, but she’s out on a date. Mac is not answering. I don’t have Will’s number. And I’m not trying her parents. This will be embarrassing enough in the morning. Sasha and I are closing tonight. You should just take her home.”
I stared at her incredulously. “Me?”
Kayla strained the alcohol into a glass, added a curl of lemon peel, and then delivered it to the woman in front of her before coming to my side. Speaking quietly, she informed me, “I heard she moved out of her grandparents’ house over at the farm. So I don’t actually know where she’s staying. Danny kicked her out when he said he wanted a divorce.”
I blew out a breath. Jesus, what a fucking prince.
Kayla and I watched as Bonnie’s mouth dropped open, emitting a small snore.
I reached forward and shook her shoulder. “Hey, wake up.”
Kayla whacked me on the arm and walked off.
Bonnie mumbled and attempted to straighten herself.
“Where do you live?” I asked.
