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Fruity.
But I’m going to need the hard crap to be able to get through how close Reid is without reading too much into this.
“Hard,” I reply, holding his gaze and expecting him to call me out on that.
He doesn’t, motioning for the bartender and ordering our drinks, but I don’t hear what he says. I’m too busy looking at his chest and how he blocks everything out of the way.
“Did I tell you that you look fine as fuck tonight, Shorty?”
“Mhm,” I make the mistake of glancing back up at Reid, and he’s right there. A half a foot from my face, I swallow down the nervousness in my throat.
It’s just Reid.
You’re not on a date with him.
“I said you look fine as hell,” he repeats. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Don’t concentrate on that.”
I’m not.
Not at all.
“I’m not upset,” I reply honestly. “I’m just glad it’s over with.”
Reid smirks at me. “That’s my girl. Keep it moving.”
Right into another place that’s holding no hope right now.
“How did you find me?” I ask, steering the conversation to something I can grasp and focus on.
“I heard Weston tell someone where he was taking you. That boy is classy as fuck, let me tell you.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I lived it.”
Reid reaches for something before a dark glass of liquid shows up in front of me.
My drink.
Mindlessly, I bring it to my lips and take a sip, then immediately regret it when the liquid burns down my throat, and I begin choking on it like I’ve never tasted liquor in my life.
The glass is plucked from my hand easily, and it’s replaced with a taller glass, frosted and pink, with a few cherries on top.
“I think that’s more your speed, Shorty,” Reid claims, bringing the glass I just drank from to his lips, drinking it with ease.
My God, how is he this sexy?
He watches me as he takes a hefty swig and something is twinkling in his eyes that I dare not put a name on. I have an awful sense of reading people. You think I wouldn’t since I read books all the time, but life isn’t a book. Reid is not someone who will, one day, break down and tell a woman how he can’t live without her.
It’s not him.
Maybe he’ll kiss the Stanley Cup and gaze upon it with lust in his eyes.
But I can’t see it with anything else, least of all me.
“You wanna get out of here?”
I gape at him because I think I’ve lost all common sense and the red flags waving around in my head. “You just ordered me this drink.”
“And I want to get you out of this shitty bar and show you what a night looks like with me.” His gaze falls down the length of my body. “I’d hate to see this dress go to waste, Shorty.”
