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At Selina’s suggestion, I got a job atSun Bulletinto slow my roll and help distract me while I reacquainted myself with the lay of the land, gathered enough information, and conjured up a plan to get Lix to trust me enough to open up about his past. And after our last encounter, I speculate I’m gaining a little trust.
Selina isn’t convinced Lix Daxon is the bad guy. She’s been the constant whisper in my ear that maybe he’s a good person.
I scan the bar, finding his familiar strong silhouette, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tanned skin on display and perched soundly on a stool.
I head straight for the profile that ignites me with smothering heat and a multitude of confusion. I pushed a button by going to see his mom in jail. I need to see him one last time before I decide to push any more because the next button I detonate might cause irrevocable damage. He may never speak to me again, or he’ll completely trust me. But I can’t wager on the outcome.
I sit on the stool beside him and glance at the empty shot glasses around the bar. Then I slide my view over to his penetrating heat.
I’m met by glacier-melting blue eyes.
“I knew I’d find you here,” I say, dropping my purse on the bar. “Like clockwork, every third Sunday.”
His lip tips upward as his body slowly spins in my direction. “You should see where I go on the last Thursday of the month.”
I laugh, lifting my finger to get the bartender’s attention. She walks over.
“Jen,” Lix says, nodding my way. “Can you get the lady whatever IPA is on tap?”
“Sure thing,” Jen says, with a smile that cries take me home tonight.
I raise my brow. He remembers what I like to drink. No. I snap my eyes away. Don’t let him play with your mind.
I watch the bartender fill my beer.
If anyone takes Lix home tonight, it’ll be me.
Ugh! What the hell! That’ll muddle up everything. I was dangerously close to having sex with him the last time I saw him. Thankfully, he stopped me from falling off the ledge of reason.
“Thanks.” I reach for the glass of beer she placed on the bar.
“Put it on my tab.” Lix winks at the bartender before she goes back to doing her job.
“So where do you go the last Thursday of every month?”
He takes a swig of his beer and sets it down on the bar, not breaking from my insistent gaze. “Why don’t you ask me what you really want to know?”
Fixated on his seductive eyes, I’m tempted to blurt it all out. “And what do I really want to know?”
“That question exists in your head, not mine.” He leans forward, throwing more heat and filling me with more want.
I hate this man.
“Stop fucking with me, Chosen. Tell me what you want. Unless…” He sways back in the stool, his eyelids lowering. “You’re afraid of the answer.”
I lift my chin. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Me?” He rubs his chin with a low chuckle. I’m glad he finds this funny because it’s frustrating the shit out of me.
“Are you saying you want me?” His eyes roll down my body. “Is that all you’re after here? All this following me around and poking your nose where it doesn’t belong? I gotta say.” His view rises to mine. “I’m flattered by your efforts.”
“I’m not trying to flatter you,” I hiss. This man knows how to get my blood boiling in every way humanly possible.
“Yet you have.” He laughs, taking another swig of his beer, again not releasing me from his gaze.
“You’re not ready for my questions.” It’s the truth.
“Ready?” He pauses, bottle in the air. “I think it’s you who’s not ready for the answers. You’re conflicted, and that pisses you off. And rightly so. If I wanted something so bad, and the only thing in my way was you, it’d fuck me up too.”
