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I laughed. “I’m good for it,” I said, digging into my breast pocket for a cigar.
“You can’t smoke that in here.”
“What the fuck, Tony,” I asked. “WhatcanI do in here?”
“You can drink.”
I grumbled and stuffed the cigar and cutter back into my jacket. “Whatever my dad has in his private stash.”
He nodded, and before I knew it, I was already on my third drink and completely lost in my thoughts again.
One thing I liked about Tony was that he was generally a good judge of when to talk and when not to.
Right now wasn’t a good time to talk.
I was perfectly prepared to scare off or bribe every single customer he had while I was there.
I just wanted to be alone.
The sound of wood slamming against wood pulled my attention, and my head jerked to find the commotion.
My eyes widened.
A particularly pissed-off brunette had stormed in.
“Easy on the door!” Tony complained.
I laughed, and damn, did I look at her.
She wore yoga pants and a sweatshirt, but you could tell there was plenty underneath worth looking at. Even though she was covered up, I just knew she had a body to behold.
I'm talking curves in all the right places. Full breasts, wide hips, and thighs that could make a grown man weak in the knees. Naturally, my jaw nearly hit the floor as I watched her strut toward the bartender. Girl had confidence; I'd give her that. But she mostly just looked pissed.
She leaned over the bar, her eyes piercing Tony. “Double whiskey,” she said without sparing me a glance. She was all business.
Focused on nothing but getting her drink. That demanded my respect.
She wasn’t here for thrills. She wasn’t here to get laid.
She was here for a drink after what looked like — if her expression was any indication — a shit show of a day.
This woman had my attention.
"Hey, Tony," I called out to the bartender. "Give her a taste of my private stash, will ya?"
He nodded and reached for my dad’s whiskey. He poured a healthy glass and slid it her way, none of it spilling as she tightly gripped the glass.
Finally, after slinging it back in one go, she turned her gaze in my direction, and a faint smile curved her lips.
When she looked at me, her bright orbs almost took more hold of me than the liquor. It was like she knew something. Like she understood the darkness that followed me around. Like she had the same sort of darkness following her around.
As she took a sip, I couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull between us. Maybe it was the fact that she was just as comfortable in this part of town as I was; or maybe it was that she seemed plagued by something pretty heavy, too.
Whatever it was, at that moment, in the middle of the dimly lit bar, there was a spark.
Of something.
I pulled the cigar out of my breast pocket and lit it, tossing a knowing glance at Tony. He rolled his eyes, and I smirked. “Mind if I smoke?” I asked the woman, and she shook her head.
