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“A woman determined to get in your way.” I smiled and shook his hand.
“I gathered that.” His gaze fell to my lips. “Do you have a name?”
“Elena.”
“Well, Elena, you’ve got some nerve.” He took a sip of his drink.
“I just don’t appreciate having my evening interrupted by some drunken bar brawl.” I shrugged. “That’s all.”
“Elena, dear, do I look drunk to you?” The way he saiddearmade my toes curl in a way that hadn’t happened since high school.
I’d turned my attention to a television over the bar, but I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.
“No, not particularly.”
His voice lowered. “Did you see a fight?”
“Can’t say that I did.” I shook my head. “In fact, by the looks of it, I’d say you came in looking for trouble, and the guy never had a chance.”
He smiled. “You know. . . I think you’re right.”
Two men walked into the bar and saw the man on the floor. Rather than turn around and leave, they walked over to the body, picked it up, and pulled the near-lifeless man out the front door.
“I did come here looking for trouble, and that loser was nothing but trouble.”
“How so?” I asked, letting my curiosity get the better of me.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Would it make me feel better about seeing a grown man get beaten up?”
“Beats me.” He took another swallow, and this time, my eyes fell to his full lips. I quickly ripped my gaze away.
“Okay. I’ll take the bait. What made you come here to kick his ass?”
“He stole something from me.”
“Who would be stupid enough to do that?”
His eyes widened. “Exactly.”
“So what did he steal?”
“Does it matter?”
“I never really thought about it. I suppose it doesn’t. Stealing isn’t a good thing.” Feeling all eyes on us, I glanced around the bar. I was right. Everyone was watching us, and I didn’t blame them. What was I doing talking to this lunatic?
“Want another whisky?” the bartender asked.
Jaxson looked at me, and I tilted my head. “Don’t look at me. I’m headed out as soon as I finish this.” I shook my bottle in the air.
“I think I’m good. I’ve got a long night ahead.”
My brows knitted together. “Wasn’t this enough?”
“If only you knew.”
“On second thought, I think I’d like to know what he stole.” I nodded. “If he stole a box of paperclips from the supply closet where you work, that’s one thing. If he stole a car. . .”
