Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
It’s almost as if the universe is fucking with me when I walk into the bar, I quickly sweep the room, and my eyes find her. She’s holding up a glass to a guy. He must be someone new that works with Emmett since they are sitting at a table with a bunch of the ranch people. Two tables are pushed together as they talk across the table at each other. Most of them laughing at what one person is saying.
Her eyes find mine, and instead of lingering there, I turn away from her, pissed she said no to dinner with me, but then even more pissed she’s sitting at a table having a drink with someone else. “Should we stay at the bar or do you want to grab a table?” Theo asks me, probably not realizing what is going on.
“Whatever,” I answer, walking into the room as he heads straight to the back, bypassing all the tables. We stand at the end of the bar. I put my hands on the top, waiting for the bartender to approach me. I feel eyes on me, but I’m afraid to look over and find she isn’t looking at me; it is all in my head.
“What can I get you?” the bartender finally asks me when he makes his way over to our side of the bar.
“I’ll have a beer, whatever you guys have on tap is good,” I tell him as he nods and turns to Theo.
“I’ll have the house blend,” Theo adds, and the bartender turns away, heading to fill our orders. “So we going to talk about it, or just pretend she’s not here and you are seething?”
I look over at him. “I’m not seething,” I scoff. “I’m fine.” I turn back to face the front instead of turning to the side and taking another look at her.
“The vein in your forehead looks like it’s about to explode.” He smirks as he leans on the bar, putting his elbow on it. “Dude, what is with her that has you so gone for her?”
“I’m not gone for her,” I deny to him and stop when we both look over as we hear laughing and see Lilah pull Emmett up to dance as he shakes his head no. But he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her to him anyway. My eyes quickly go from them back to Sierra as she brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip of it. The server is at their table as she leans into the new guy, I try to remember if I have seen him around or been introduced to him. Her hand goes to his elbow, and she smiles up at the server and holds up two fingers. Then she looks back at him saying something, and they laugh at something. My hands flex into fists the longer that I stand here and watch.
“Okay, so maybe we should get out of here,” Theo says, and my eyes go back to him.
“What? Why?” I ask him at the same time the bartender puts the drinks in front of us. I pick up my beer and lean against the bar like Theo is, facing him. Taking a deep pull of the cold beer, forcing myself to act like I’m fine.
“Because it looks like you’re about to start this brawl, and it’s just the two of us and like fifteen ranch people. So I don’t usually do math, but the odds are not in our favor.” He brings the glass of house blend to his lips, hiding the smile, then looks at the door. He motions with his chin so I turn and sees Brock coming in, holding Everleigh’s hand. “We might be three, depending on if Brock is in a good mood, but most of the time, he hates everyone, so he’s a draw.”
I look over and see Brock walk by the ranchers’ table, holding up his hand as a hello before he comes to the bar. He looks right and left before coming toward us. Both of us watching him to see if he’ll pick coming to stand with us or opting to sit in the corner by himself. With Brock it’s always a toss-up. “He might be on our side,” Theo mumbles, taking another pull of his whiskey. “Evening,” he says to Brock, who just grunts. “Hey, Everleigh.” He looks around Brock to say hello to her, which earns him an even bigger glare. “I’m just saying hello,” Theo retorts. “I know she’s yours.” He pushes off from the bar. “You think I would be stupid enough to try to pick her up in front of you?” He shakes his head. “I like to breathe and live.” He takes another sip of his whiskey, turning to the side probably to see if there is anyone else that he could go and talk to. It was supposed to be his night to let loose and I can see he’s on edge.