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Which was a total lie, he admitted to himself. As guilty as he felt, he wouldn’t want to erase having sex with Celia. Ever.
His eyes drifted back to her. She hadn’t been wearing a bra when he’d undressed her. He stared at her chest, wondering if there was a slight jiggle. It was impossible to tell with that apron Malcolm had his waitresses wear over their normal clothing. He closed his eyes. He’d broken things off with her and had no right to touch her again.
His eyes opened, and he caught Malcolm staring at him. It was not a good stare. He needed to stop fantasizing about Malcolm’s cousin right in front of the man. Despite his discomfort, his penis was still raring to go.
Trenton lifted his drink to drain it. His wedding band flashed at him as he toyed with the empty glass, tossing cold water over him that he desperately needed. Emily would have smacked him for looking at any woman that way. Especially since it had taken her four tries to get him to realize she wanted to have sex with him. She’d stripped for him on the last try. He smiled at the memory. He really had always been an idiot when it came to the opposite sex.
Malcolm slid a new drink in front of him. “Take it easy on this one. You came to drive my cousin home.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Trenton said, lifting the drink to sip.
“You’re not one to down alcohol normally. Something weighing on you?” Malcolm caught his eyes.
Trenton was sure in that moment that he knew, but he wasn’t going to tie the noose for his own executioner, so he shook his head.
“About yesterday?” Malcolm prompted.
Trenton was so screwed. He closed his eyes at the thought. No matter how appropriate, it meant he was a dead man. “Did Celia tell you?”
“Of course she did. My cousin doesn’t keep things from me.” Malcolm straightened. “She seemed as surprised as I am.”
That was putting it lightly, though her shocked face as he’d kissed her had been adorable. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Malcolm tapped Trenton’s knuckles. “I’m glad you punched him. Especially since you can no longer hassle me the next time I take a swing at someone.”
“What?” Trenton asked, suddenly realizing he was having a conversation about something completely different.
Malcolm raised an eyebrow. “It’d be pretty hypocritical if you did, now wouldn’t it?”
“What would be hypocritical?” Blake asked, slapping Trenton on the back as he took the seat next to him. “Beer me, Malcolm.”
Malcolm winced. “I thought I’ve told you not to say it that way. It makes you sound like an idiot.” He straightened before moving toward the taps. “And ask Trent what he was up to yesterday.”
“God, I hope it was getting laid,” Blake said.
Heat moved up Trenton’s neck. He hastily lifted his hand to show his friend his knuckles. “I punched somebody.”
Blake’s eyes widened. “Well, shit, bring me two beers, Malcolm! The world must be ending.”
Malcolm rolled his eyes. “No way. Especially not on my dime.”
“Have you made much progress up there?” Trenton asked, lowering his hand to the bar.
“Don’t change the subject. Who in the world would Mr. Gentle have hit?”
Malcolm set the beer on the bar. “Celia’s ex. They ran into him at the supermarket.”
“Oh, well, that’s okay then. He sounded like a real prick.” Blake took a gulp of his beer, wiping some of the foam off his upper lip with the back of his hand. “So what did he say to make you mad enough to punch him?”
“The man called Celia a crazy stalker and tried to file a restraining order against her,” Malcolm said, his own hands clenching the top of the bar.
Trenton frowned. “That wasn’t it. And the restraining order had to be a bluff.”
“No, he went to the cops this morning.” Malcolm said, frowning as well. “And what do you mean, that wasn’t it?” Malcolm shifted his gaze to where Celia was cleaning off a table. “She didn’t mention the jackass saying anything else.”
“He actually went to the cops?” Trenton asked. He wanted to kick himself for handing Malcolm a string to pull apart. Talking about sex and Celia in the same sentence was sure to give him away. He was way too honest at times.
“Yeah, but don’t worry, that’s not the right place to do it anyway.” Malcolm waved that topic away. “Tell me what else this guy said.”
