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“Well, if you’d answer a few questions we’d definitely give you a tip.”
“Have a good night.” She passed Wanda. “Reporters. Make sure they pay for every drink.”
“You got it.”
She’d been dealing with them for days now. In fact she was be
ginning to recognize the more obnoxious ones. Those two were new, but she wouldn’t forget them. She stopped in front of Michael. “Look, I don’t know if you brought in the new reporters or they’re just finding their way to the bar now too, but I’d appreciate it if you went home and left me the hell alone.”
He flicked his aviators open and put them over his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry—”
“I know you’re sorry. I don’t care. You’re trouble with a billboard sized T. I don’t have any room in my life for you or your cargo plane full of problems. Got me?”
“You were there and married me too, you know.”
“Obviously I can make a mistake. But what I can’t do is have this kind of upheaval in my life. Every time I turn around there’s some news story about you and some Tabitha Tremaine. The last time she was spotted in your apartment was a week ago.” She lowered her voice when two people turned around from a whole table away.
Cripes. He was making her nuts. She was a very calm and together person usually.
The mirrored glasses didn’t allow her to see what was going on in his eyes, but the way his jaw clenched told her enough. Not all rumors there evidently.
He clicked his ring against the bar. “Me and Tabby are over.”
“Was that before or after you crawled out of her bed last week?”
“No, she was crawling out of my bed. Not me into hers.”
“Oh, that’s better.”
“No.” He made a grab for her and Chloe skipped out of reach.
She pulled her towel out of her back pocket and mopped up a puddle of condensation. “Get the hell out of my bar.”
“It’s not like that.” He growled.
“Oh, really?” She stopped and twisted her towel so tight she heard threads popping. “What’s it like then?”
“I didn’t sleep with her, she—dude, she’s crazy. As soon as I found out she was engaged I cut ties. She’s the one that kept thinking we should be together. I don’t do married chicks.”
She stared at him. There were just no words. She whirled away and caught Lou in the doorway of his office, hands on his hips. She grabbed a glass, filled it with Dr. Pepper, and set it in front of him.
“Actually, the only married chick I am going to do is you, but we’ve been over that.”
Going? Was he high? “Do you actually hear yourself when you say stuff like that?”
He leaned on the bar, his fingertips reaching over to her side of the bar. “You pretend to be all indignant, but you like my mouth more than you let on.” He smirked. “You liked it the other night.”
She slapped the top of his hand and lowered her voice. “You’re going to get me fired. Isn’t it bad enough that my landlord wants to freaking evict me?”
“What?” He stood up to his full height, his brow furrowed.
Awesome. You and your big mouth, Chloe.
“It’s nothing.”
“I told you to come live with me.”
“We are not going over this again.”
