One Year Later
I let out a deep breath as I slammed the phone down on the table.
“What’s wrong now?”
I let out a sign and shook my head. “Nothing,” I muttered as I pushed myself up. “I’m going to get a drink.” I slipped into my coat and grabbed my purse. I needed to find a job soon.
The bar was five minutes down the street from my apartment. Running my fingers through my long brown hair and breathing deeply, I pushed open the door to the bar. It was pretty much empty apart from three other people.
I made my way over to the back of the bar where the woman looked me up and down. “Hey roomie, what’s up?”
Chances are I wasn’t going to be her roommate much longer. “I need a beer.” I slid into the seat beside some random guy and glanced at him for a fraction of a second. He was cute. Short blond hair with the sides shaved down, muscles, he wore a well-fitting leather jacket and jeans with a hole in them. He glanced at me, his eyes roaming over my body. Suddenly, I wished I’d worn something a little hotter than dirty jeans and a black T-shirt with a hole in the stomach area. I flashed my best grin his way as Erin passed me a beer.
“Thanks.” I reached into my purse.
“I got it.”
His voice was deep and sexy. I turned to him. “Thank you,” and took a long sip of my beer as I looked him over again. Blue eyes, a scar on his cheek. I couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to get that. His thin lips were curved into a smile as I reached my hand out to him. “Sam.”
His hands were rough against mine, but I didn’t mind.
“Priest.”
I raised an eyebrow. “A holy man?”
He snorted. “Yea, right.” His eyes roamed over me again. Grinning, I turned back to the bar. I have to admit, I was interested, but I wasn’t going to make it too obvious.
***
Even though I had no trouble walking, I let him put a hand around my waist to keep me upright. I grinned leaning closer to him.
After three beers, I was ready to call it a night, but I wasn’t ready to head back to my place.
“So,” I stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. “Are you going to take me home with you tonight, holy man?”
His eyes widened a little as his hand tightened around my hips. He pulled me close to him. “Is that what you want?” he whispered in my ear.
His hot breath against my neck was almost enough to cause a moan to escape me. I nodded, not trusting my voice to work. He nipped my earlobe gently before pulling away and taking my hand.
“Come on then, my car is this way.”
His car was an old Ford Escort, but I wasn’t paying much attention to that. I slipped into it, buckled myself up and watched as he gunned the engine. I knew for a fact that he’d only had one beer since I’d been at the bar, but other than that I wasn’t sure. “Are you sober?”
“I’ve had three beers in the course of seven hours. I should be fine to drive.”
Raising my eyebrows, I asked, “You’ve been sitting in a bar for seven hours?”
“Yes,” he answered, pulling out onto the street and starting to head south.
“And you didn’t get sloshed, why?”
“Because I don’t get sloshed.”
“Right, so why did you go to a bar in the first place?”
“To pick up a girl.”
His bluntness shocked me. My jaw almost dropped. “I see.” I managed to sound normal as I said it, but I couldn’t get over his honesty. It was nice.
The drive wasn’t long, or maybe it was and I just didn’t realize it. But it seemed like it took us under ten minutes to get to a small house on the south side of town, just across the river, but not in a ‘bad’ area.
As he put the car into park and turned the engine off, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
“So, this is your home?”
“Yup.”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes.”
Pulling my phone out, I took a picture of it. I texted the picture along with the address to my roommate, tucked the phone into my pocket and followed him to the house.
I let out a deep breath as I slammed the phone down on the table.
“What’s wrong now?”
I let out a sign and shook my head. “Nothing,” I muttered as I pushed myself up. “I’m going to get a drink.” I slipped into my coat and grabbed my purse. I needed to find a job soon.
The bar was five minutes down the street from my apartment. Running my fingers through my long brown hair and breathing deeply, I pushed open the door to the bar. It was pretty much empty apart from three other people.
I made my way over to the back of the bar where the woman looked me up and down. “Hey roomie, what’s up?”
Chances are I wasn’t going to be her roommate much longer. “I need a beer.” I slid into the seat beside some random guy and glanced at him for a fraction of a second. He was cute. Short blond hair with the sides shaved down, muscles, he wore a well-fitting leather jacket and jeans with a hole in them. He glanced at me, his eyes roaming over my body. Suddenly, I wished I’d worn something a little hotter than dirty jeans and a black T-shirt with a hole in the stomach area. I flashed my best grin his way as Erin passed me a beer.
“Thanks.” I reached into my purse.
“I got it.”
His voice was deep and sexy. I turned to him. “Thank you,” and took a long sip of my beer as I looked him over again. Blue eyes, a scar on his cheek. I couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to get that. His thin lips were curved into a smile as I reached my hand out to him. “Sam.”
His hands were rough against mine, but I didn’t mind.
“Priest.”
I raised an eyebrow. “A holy man?”
He snorted. “Yea, right.” His eyes roamed over me again. Grinning, I turned back to the bar. I have to admit, I was interested, but I wasn’t going to make it too obvious.
***
Even though I had no trouble walking, I let him put a hand around my waist to keep me upright. I grinned leaning closer to him.
After three beers, I was ready to call it a night, but I wasn’t ready to head back to my place.
“So,” I stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. “Are you going to take me home with you tonight, holy man?”
His eyes widened a little as his hand tightened around my hips. He pulled me close to him. “Is that what you want?” he whispered in my ear.
His hot breath against my neck was almost enough to cause a moan to escape me. I nodded, not trusting my voice to work. He nipped my earlobe gently before pulling away and taking my hand.
“Come on then, my car is this way.”
His car was an old Ford Escort, but I wasn’t paying much attention to that. I slipped into it, buckled myself up and watched as he gunned the engine. I knew for a fact that he’d only had one beer since I’d been at the bar, but other than that I wasn’t sure. “Are you sober?”
“I’ve had three beers in the course of seven hours. I should be fine to drive.”
Raising my eyebrows, I asked, “You’ve been sitting in a bar for seven hours?”
“Yes,” he answered, pulling out onto the street and starting to head south.
“And you didn’t get sloshed, why?”
“Because I don’t get sloshed.”
“Right, so why did you go to a bar in the first place?”
“To pick up a girl.”
His bluntness shocked me. My jaw almost dropped. “I see.” I managed to sound normal as I said it, but I couldn’t get over his honesty. It was nice.
The drive wasn’t long, or maybe it was and I just didn’t realize it. But it seemed like it took us under ten minutes to get to a small house on the south side of town, just across the river, but not in a ‘bad’ area.
As he put the car into park and turned the engine off, I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
“So, this is your home?”
“Yup.”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes.”
Pulling my phone out, I took a picture of it. I texted the picture along with the address to my roommate, tucked the phone into my pocket and followed him to the house.
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