“Fair enough, I suppose.”
“How about you?”
“I lived here a while ago. I left before all that, but I just moved back about four months ago.”
I blew out a breath. “Why?”
She laughed. “I got a thing for supervillains I guess.”
I grinned. “Girl, you have come to the right place. Have you had the pleasure of seeing Avalanche? He’s…” I trailed off, sighing contently. Yup, the crush was still strong, even though he gave my name to a serial killer—a well-meaning serial killer, at least.
A chuckle sounded to my right. “He’s what?”
I’m pretty sure the colour drained from my face. I hadn’t heard that voice since?—
Kill me. Kill me now.Speak of the devil and he shall appear—or however that saying goes. Avalanche stood, leaning on the wall not even two feet from me, black hair covering his eyes, smirk planted on his face.
I grabbed the second shot, downed it, then repeated for the third. Why did these things always happen to me?
“He’s an egotistical, snow-wielding, leather-loving, jerk.”
That was probably the dumbest thing that could have left my mouth, but what was he going to do? Kill me in a bar full of people? Actually… Maybe. None of these people would even blink. Yup, back to being dumb.
The girl behind the bar looked away, coughing into her elbow. It was almost like she was trying to cover a laugh… Did she know I just said that to Avalanche’s face? No, she couldn’t, no one here knew who he was. Right?
“Don’t let him hear you say that it might hurt his feelings,” he said, peeling himself off the wall. “Do you mind?”
He waved to the empty bar stool on my left.
I looked back to the bartender instead. “Could I get three more?”
She nodded. “I’ve gotta grab another bottle from storage. I’ll be right back.”
I started to tell her it was fine, but she disappeared through the door behind the counter before I got more than a word out. Perfect.
“So?” Avalanche still stood behind the stool.
I raised an eyebrow. “If I said that I did mind, you wouldn’t sit there?”
“There are plenty of people here who actually enjoy my company.”
He looked over his shoulder at a group of women in their early twenties. They noticed him looking and started giggling. He gave them a wink before turning his attention back to me with a grin on his perfectly chiseled, stupidly handsome face.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t let me stop you from your adoring fans. I was rather enjoying the pretty bartender’s company.”
His eyebrow rose, amused. “Were you?”
“Yes, quite.”
“Three shots. Here you are.”
Of course she was back. I covered my face with my hand. I was on fire. I couldn’t tell if it was the embarrassment or the alcohol finally taking effect, but I was definitely red.
“Thanks,” I mumbled grabbing the first shot and downing it before looking at either of them. “Do you have anything that will keep me from talking?” I asked, meeting her eye. She was smiling, that was a good sign.
“Afraid not, but I like it better when you talk. You’re cute.”
“I… You… Thanks,” I stammered again.
