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“Yeah, sure. You’re not fooling anyone, bitch.”
Well, shit.
“Whatever,” I mumble.
“HA! I knew it!”
“Shut up.”
“Alright, Al. Hurry up and drive so Mel can show Alex how sexy she is.”
Laughing, Ally looks at me in the rearview mirror and I just shake my head. Because the reality of it is that Ash isn’t wrong.
When we get to The Rusty Anchor, and Ashley opens the door, I feel like all eyes are on us as we walk through the sea of tables to get to the bar. I guess being the sheriff’s girl, and dating the Taylor men in general, will give you some attention.
But I don’t care aboutallthe eyes. I care aboutonepair that are so green, they rival the crowned jewels.
Walking past the pool tables, we find an empty table off to the side, and I choose the seat that’s facing the bar.
And when I look up, there he is.
Alex runs a hand through his dark, almost black hair, messing it up in an impossibly effortless sexy way as he smiles at the woman in front of him. He leans forward on the bar, and his muscles flex, his t-shirt pulling tight against his arms. The tattoos on his forearms are on full display, and I can’t help but want to know what they are, and what they mean to him.
I’ve always been fascinated by tattoos, and I’ve always been attracted to the men who are covered in ink.
It’s my secret.
It’s kind of funny how my friends think I like the ‘good boys’ who have office jobs and stable lives. But nope. I like the men who live their lives fast, hard, and uninhibited. I love to think about what it would be like to have them, knowing I’ll never actually get to have them.
Those kinds of men don’t want to be caught by a woman.
They don’t want commitment.
And they certainly don’t fall in love with women like me. They’re more likely to spend their days with women like the Miss Harley Alex brought to the wedding.
“What are you staring at there, Mely?” Ash asks.
“Nothing,” I snap, my eyes darting to hers.
“Oh, really? Not the hot bartender who’s flirting with that girl?”
“No.” Because she just reinforced why I can’t let myself like him. He flirts witheveryone. How could I ever trust a man like him?
“He may be sweet under all that hotness, but just watch out, okay?”
“Why don’t you go get us our first round?” Ally suggests.
“Yes, Mely, please go get us some drinks.” Ashley smiles coyly, tilting her head to the side.
Shrugging out of my jacket, I stand, and ignore their stares as I make my way up to the bar.
Stepping up to an empty spot between two barstools, I push one side of my hair over my shoulder to get his attention, and it works. His eyes sweep over to mine, his smile widening when he realizes it’s me.
I may not be the woman for him, and I may trust him only as far as this bar top is wide, but I can still enjoy looking at him.
Sauntering over, he places his hands on the bar in front of me, and now that I get to see his muscles flex up close, my insides clench, picturing them around me again.
I try and scan his tattoos, but he clears his throat, making my eyes dart up to his.
