Well Played, стр. 91
Mr. Gray Suit got the message. “Nope. I was just . . . y’all have a good night.” He fumbled for his wallet, then moved down to the end of the bar, where Nikki was waiting to cash him out. She glanced over at us, shaking her head. I could relate. I shook my head a lot when I dealt with Mitch, too.
Speaking of . . . now that we were alone, I pulled out of Mitch’s embrace. “What was that all about?”
“What?” He picked up my glass, sniffed at it, then put it down with a grimace. “I was helping you out. That guy was practically drooling down your shirt.”
I scoffed. “I had it handled. I don’t need your help.”
“You don’t have to.” Mitch shrugged. “Needing and wanting are two different things, you know. You can want something and not need it.”
“Fine.” I tilted my head back, finishing off my cider. “Maybe I don’t want it either.”
Mitch looked up at me through his lashes, and for a split second I forgot to breathe. Damn. Was this what women saw when he really turned his attention to them? I didn’t think of Mitch in that way. I mean, sure the man was gorgeous. Well over six feet tall, his physique spoke of lots of spare time spent at the gym, and his golden-blond hair and stunningly blue eyes made him look like a genetically engineered, all-American hottie. He had a smile you wanted to bask in, and a jawline you wanted to run a hand down, to see if it felt as sharp as it looked.
Something must have shown on my face, because his expression shifted. He lifted an eyebrow just a little, and this was nothing like when Mr. Gray Suit did it a few minutes ago. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, worrying the skin, and Mitch’s eyes darkened.
“Liar,” was all he said, but his voice had a roughness to it that I’d never heard before. The air between us was charged with electricity, and for the space of a few heartbeats I couldn’t breathe. Worse, I didn’t want to. I just bit down on my bottom lip harder so I didn’t do anything stupid. Like bite down on his bottom lip.
Then I forced out a laugh, breaking the spell. “Okay, whatever.” I picked up my glass and dammit, it was empty. I put it down again.
“So what are you doing here, anyway?” Mitch leaned an elbow on the bar. “You’re not a ‘drink alone at the bar’ kind of person.”
“How do you know what kind of person I am?” But he just looked at me with his eyebrows raised, and I had to admit he was right. I wasn’t that kind of person. I put my hand over the card and, after a deep breath, slid it across the bar in his direction. He flipped it open, his face darkening as he read.
“Her father?” He closed the card and handed it back to me. “I didn’t realize he was in the picture.”
“He’s not.” I stuck the card in my purse; I’d had enough of Robert for one night.
“But he wants to be, huh?” Mitch gave me a questioning look. “What does Caitlin think about it?”
“I don’t know,” I said wearily. “I think she’s still deciding.” He nodded, and I hated how there was something resembling pity in his eyes. I didn’t want pity. “Let me get you that beer.” I leaned over the bar, catching Nikki’s attention to order a beer for him and a second cider for me. “The least I can do for helping me get rid of that creep.”
Mitch accepted the beer with a thoughtful look. “You know, if you really want to pay me back, I know a way you can help me out.”
“Oh yeah?” I picked up my cider. That first, icy cold sip was always the best. “How’s that?”
He didn’t meet my eyes. “Be my girlfriend.”
Photo by Morgan H. Lee
Jen DeLuca was born and raised near Richmond, Virginia, but now lives in Florida with her husband and a houseful of rescue pets. She loves latte-flavored lattes, Hokies football, and the Oxford comma. Well Met was her first novel, inspired by her time volunteering as a pub wench with her local Renaissance Faire.
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