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Forget about what we almost had.
Even if it was only in my head.
I pulled a few bills out of my wallet, but the bartender shoved his hand out. “Nah, man. This one’s on me. We gotta start paying you if you keep singing like that.”
I gave him a quick smile as I tossed the glass back and welcomed the fiery sting while I swallowed.
“Thanks,” I breathed out and slapped the empty glass on the bar. “Next time, you pick my first song.”
He smiled and went back to his other customers.
I headed out the side door and into the clear, dark night. It had cooled off considerably and I was grateful.
I yanked the keys from my pocket and aimed them at my truck. The lights blinked and—
“What the fuck?” I yelled when a hand swooped in and stole my keys.
“You are not driving.” Jillian darted in front of me.
“Yeah, I am. Give my keys back, woman.” I followed closely behind but she had the advantage.
Into my truck she slipped and locked the doors.
I rolled my eyes and knocked on the driver’s side window.
Of my truck.
Jillian swung the keys in her hand. I could hear her say, “I’ll drive. Get in.”
I rapped my knuckle on the window and said, “Stop fucking around. I’m not drunk.”
She ignored me and started the truck.
Sonofabitch.
I gave up and headed around to the other side. As soon as I touched the handle, she opened the door.
I slid inside and turned to her. “I’m not kidding, Jillian. You’re not driving me home. I only had three drinks tonight. I’m fine.”
Her eyes looked me over, and she shook her head. “Nope,” was all she said before backing out of the parking spot. “Two of those drinks you had in the last ten minutes.”
I let out a loud huff. I sat back and pulled the seat belt around me. “I’m not drunk.”
She shrugged and drove us out and onto the main road. “It’s not worth the risk. You’re a good guy, Cash. This is not something you need on your rap sheet.”
What the fuck?
I frowned and turned my head to her. “My rap sheet? I don’t have a rap sheet.”
She nodded and changed lanes. “Exactly. And that’s how it’s going to stay.”
Oh, my God. This woman was irrational. I wasn’t drunk. Not even close.
I’d been trying to get away from her, so I could fucking breathe—Christ. When was the last time I’d taken an actual deep breath? I couldn’t remember.
Other than the music on the country channel playing, we drove the rest of the way home in silence. I was too goddamn mad to speak. And I knew anything I said right now—I’d be apologizing for tomorrow.
Because—
