Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“He is, he loves performing.”
“I can tell.”
“Do you want to come with me to get a drink?” Missy, who’s standing next to me with Hanson’s arms wrapped around her, asks.
“I… Sure.” I start to step away from Logan, and his fingers, splayed across my stomach, dig in. I turn to look at him.
“How about you girls stay here, and we’ll go get drinks?”
“No,” Missy frowns at him, “I want a shot and she’ll be okay with me for a few minutes without you.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him, and he lets his hand slowly slide away. “Do you want something?”
“I know what he drinks,” Missy says, grabbing my hand, tugging me away. “What’s that about?” She frowns at me.
“What?”
“That whole you can’t go get your own drink business?”
“Nothing. He just noticed that I was a little overwhelmed by the amount of people in here when we arrived.”
“Oh.” Her frown deepens as she scans my face. “Are you okay now?”
“I’m fine, it just took me a couple of minutes to get used to it.”
“If you need to, we can go outside.”
“I’m okay,” I assure her.
“Just let me know.” She keeps hold of my hand and pulls me with her to the bar. Despite the fact that there are so many people waiting, with her flirtatious smile pointed at the right men at the right time, Missy has zero issues getting us to the front of the crowd or getting the bartender’s attention once we’re there.
“Can we get two slippery nipples, two Millers, and a bottle of water?” she asks the guy behind the counter, then looks over at me. “Or did you want another kind of shot?”
“I’d rather have wine,” I tell her, then ask him. “Can I have a glass of whatever red you have open, please?”
“Sure, thing, sweetheart.” He winks at me, and Missy turns to me, raising a brow.
“Not a shot kinda girl?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve done shots at a bar.” And I’m not trying to get wasted, I have to drive home later and get up tomorrow morning with Zuri. A hangover is never good, but it would really suck while having to be a responsible adult.
“I need to get you out more often.” As sweet as she is, I don’t think that’s going to happen. My partying days are long over. I’d rather be home with Zuri or spending time with my family. When the bartender comes back with the shots, Missy downs both of them, then asks him for a glass of red wine. I mention that she might not want to mix alcohols, but she waves me off and assures me that she’ll be fine, so I don’t say anything more.
“Mom sent a picture of the kids,” Logan tells me when I make it back to him. I look at his phone that he holds it out to me while taking his beer. The picture of Zuri and Cooper, both with big smiles, holding up two overflowing cups of froyo and candy, looks like it could be an advertisement for the frozen yogurt place in town. “She said they’re headed home now to watch Gremlins with Billie and Cat.”
“The ’90s movie?” My brows drag together as I meet his gaze.
“Yep.”
“That’s an odd choice. I wonder who decided on that?”
“Probably Coop, he’s been fascinated with old movies since his mom let him watch Jaws.”
“Classic.”
“Yeah.” He wraps his hand around my hip and pulls me deeper into his space. I realize why, when a girl moves past me to get to the stage and drops a fifty-dollar bill in the jar on the edge. Seeing the money, Hector dips his chin and finishes the song he’s singing before he leans down to talk to her. I can’t hear what she says or what his reply is, but when he goes back to the mic and starts singing “A Bar Song” by Shaboozey, she throws her arms in the air and moves past me to a group of women who all start to dance.
Obviously not someone to miss out on the fun, Missy leaves Hanson and joins them, singing at the top of her lungs.
“Come on.” She looks at me, holding out her hand.
“I’m good.” I laugh, shaking my head, and she shrugs before going back to dancing.
As the evening carries on, Missy dances and drinks with her new friends. Hanson and Benett hang out, and I stand tucked up against Logan. Despite there being a hundred or more people around us, it feels like it’s just the two of us. We talk about the kids and life, and I laugh at the stupid jokes he makes.
I’m honestly captivated by all that is him. He’s not just another good-looking man; he’s intelligent and funny and nothing that I expected. And I don’t know how to deal with the fact that I like him so much more than I already did, and that was a lot.