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And of course, there’s Lawson and Dakota all over each other at the bar and next to them.
My chest constricts a little as I narrow my eyes.
Isaac, the damn fire marshal, is getting all kinds of flirty with Sarah King.
The one woman who seems to be into playing hard to get with me.
To say she’s playing hard to get is an understatement. It’s the only explanation that sounds good at the moment because her gaze flicks to mine, and even from here, I can feel the burn. Right as she turns from me, she flips her hair with one hand and lays her other on Isaac’s arm as she looks up at him like he’s the most interesting thing here.
Hundred to one, she’s not paying an iota of attention to him.
I know when a woman is feigning disinterest to get attention.
And that’s her with me right now.
I head over to the bar, sidestep a tipsy Willa, who is willing, wanting, and damn desperate for a ring on her finger. Desperate beyond all levels of self-respect. I order a drink, a bourbon after the day I’ve had.
I’m next to Isaac, who turns to invite me into the conversation, but stunning Sarah moves off.
“I see you’re wearing your lady repellant tonight,” he jokes.
I snort. “I think that’s you and your conversational skills.”
“We were talking about London. Look.” He pulls out his phone and shows me the latest snaps of the kid he’s adopting from his sister.
“She’s still cute.”
And she is. Isaac will be a good dad.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Isaac?”
“Yeah?”
Part of me wants to ask about Sarah, but he’s not fussed she took off and he’s totally in dad-zone. So instead, I turn to the subject of London. “The adoption will be smooth. Okay?”
He mutters something and his phone rings. As he takes the call, I finish my drink and get another.
My gaze wanders to Sarah, who’s being hit on by some bozo. She looks like the type to take care of herself. After all, she’s Dakota’s best friend, but I decide to don my knight hat—helmet?—and mosey on over.
She’s newish in town. I haven’t sampled her. It’s my duty to have someone new to flirt with, maybe kiss and sleep with.
“There you are,” I say. “Sorry, I’m late.” I give the guy a look, and he slithers off into Willa’s waiting path.
“I don’t need rescuing.” It’s a tone that makes air con obsolete.
“How about a drink?” I offer, cocking a brow.
The look she gives would scare most people. Luckily, I’m not most. “With you?”
“Well, there’s an entire bar of people who you could have a drink with, but I figured since I asked, yeah. Me. Hey, our best friends are getting married so we should get to know each other.
Somehow that’s the wrong thing to say.
She shuts down.
“I’d rather get to know a rabid snake.”
