another
customer who’d just arrived on the other side of the bar. Josiah thought he
might have recognized the woman, but couldn’t remember where he’d seen her. She
had her blond hair pulled up into a ponytail and what he could make out from
where he sat, she wore a white button up shirt that clung to her thin body. Typical
California girl , he thought to himself. Josiah tipped his beer to her when
she glanced over at him, then pressed the opening of the bottle to his lips. As
he finished off the last of his beer, the bartender returned with another shot
and Corona.
“Just the beer, no more shots for me
tonight,” he said pushing the glass away from him.
“That one is from the lady,” the
bartender nodded in the direction of the blond.
Josiah lifted the glass, and downed the
drink, never taking his eyes from the woman as she sauntered over in his
direction.
Chapter 15
Just one night, Josiah thought to
himself, setting the glass on the bar, his eyes taking in the beauty of the
blond approaching him. He could have her for one night and be done with it. Slake
his thirst, relieve the pent up frustration he’d felt for the past few weeks
and move on. Hell, most single women who came into a bar in the middle of the
week were looking for the same thing, weren’t they? The blond slid into the
seat next to him, grabbed the shot glass and held it up to the bartender.
“Oh, not another for me. I’ve had my
limit,” he said to the woman.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” she
asked.
Josiah shook his head as he tried to
place her. He had seen her before, but couldn’t remember where. Remembering a
beautiful woman like her should be an easy task, but for some reason he couldn’t
find her in his memory. He had always been bad with names, but never with a
pretty face or a smoking hot body, both of which she possessed.
“Erin,” she said sticking her hand out
to his. “Your little friend, Susan, is the one who assaulted me not so long ago.”
Josiah waved to the bartender for
another shot of whiskey. He’d need it, he was certain of that. The last time
he’d seen Erin, her hair had been down and her ass had been planted on the
floor of this very bar. And Susan had been the one to put her there. Rowan had
filled him in, after Susan had fled the bar, on all the horror stories about
Erin. She’d tried to cheat on Rowan with Cade the night before she and Rowan
were to be married, so Rowan had called it off, yet because she still worked
for Cade, the woman still had a foot planted in their lives.
“Ah yes, I do remember that vaguely,” he
said. “Put both the shots on my tab,” he told the bartender when his third shot
appeared before him.
“You have a problem with a woman buying
you a drink?” Erin asked.
“Not at all. I’m all for feminism and
all that equal rights bullshit. I just have an issue with you buying me
a drink.”
Erin let out a laugh. “So Susan’s told
you the lies about me then?”
“Honestly, she didn’t tell me anything,
but I’m certain Rowan’s version is a little more accurate than anyone else’s.”
“Not everything you hear, even from
friends, is true. I’m just throwing that out to you.”
Josiah knew he should grab his beer and
find another seat, but that ache in his body urged him to stay. That need for
release told him that Erin could give it to him and that no one would need to
know. One night, he silently told himself. Rowan wouldn’t even need to know. Josiah
had been with women before that Rowan knew, but he’d not once told him about
any of their escapades. He could keep this one a secret, as well. One night ,
he repeated to himself again. But it was Erin. The woman who hurt Rowan, the
one who almost drove a wedge between his two best friends and who Susan had had
an adverse reaction to. If any of them found out, they’d never forgive him. He’d
definitely find himself on a train, making his way to Texas and who knows if
he’d ever speak to
customer who’d just arrived on the other side of the bar. Josiah thought he
might have recognized the woman, but couldn’t remember where he’d seen her. She
had her blond hair pulled up into a ponytail and what he could make out from
where he sat, she wore a white button up shirt that clung to her thin body. Typical
California girl , he thought to himself. Josiah tipped his beer to her when
she glanced over at him, then pressed the opening of the bottle to his lips. As
he finished off the last of his beer, the bartender returned with another shot
and Corona.
“Just the beer, no more shots for me
tonight,” he said pushing the glass away from him.
“That one is from the lady,” the
bartender nodded in the direction of the blond.
Josiah lifted the glass, and downed the
drink, never taking his eyes from the woman as she sauntered over in his
direction.
Chapter 15
Just one night, Josiah thought to
himself, setting the glass on the bar, his eyes taking in the beauty of the
blond approaching him. He could have her for one night and be done with it. Slake
his thirst, relieve the pent up frustration he’d felt for the past few weeks
and move on. Hell, most single women who came into a bar in the middle of the
week were looking for the same thing, weren’t they? The blond slid into the
seat next to him, grabbed the shot glass and held it up to the bartender.
“Oh, not another for me. I’ve had my
limit,” he said to the woman.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” she
asked.
Josiah shook his head as he tried to
place her. He had seen her before, but couldn’t remember where. Remembering a
beautiful woman like her should be an easy task, but for some reason he couldn’t
find her in his memory. He had always been bad with names, but never with a
pretty face or a smoking hot body, both of which she possessed.
“Erin,” she said sticking her hand out
to his. “Your little friend, Susan, is the one who assaulted me not so long ago.”
Josiah waved to the bartender for
another shot of whiskey. He’d need it, he was certain of that. The last time
he’d seen Erin, her hair had been down and her ass had been planted on the
floor of this very bar. And Susan had been the one to put her there. Rowan had
filled him in, after Susan had fled the bar, on all the horror stories about
Erin. She’d tried to cheat on Rowan with Cade the night before she and Rowan
were to be married, so Rowan had called it off, yet because she still worked
for Cade, the woman still had a foot planted in their lives.
“Ah yes, I do remember that vaguely,” he
said. “Put both the shots on my tab,” he told the bartender when his third shot
appeared before him.
“You have a problem with a woman buying
you a drink?” Erin asked.
“Not at all. I’m all for feminism and
all that equal rights bullshit. I just have an issue with you buying me
a drink.”
Erin let out a laugh. “So Susan’s told
you the lies about me then?”
“Honestly, she didn’t tell me anything,
but I’m certain Rowan’s version is a little more accurate than anyone else’s.”
“Not everything you hear, even from
friends, is true. I’m just throwing that out to you.”
Josiah knew he should grab his beer and
find another seat, but that ache in his body urged him to stay. That need for
release told him that Erin could give it to him and that no one would need to
know. One night, he silently told himself. Rowan wouldn’t even need to know. Josiah
had been with women before that Rowan knew, but he’d not once told him about
any of their escapades. He could keep this one a secret, as well. One night ,
he repeated to himself again. But it was Erin. The woman who hurt Rowan, the
one who almost drove a wedge between his two best friends and who Susan had had
an adverse reaction to. If any of them found out, they’d never forgive him. He’d
definitely find himself on a train, making his way to Texas and who knows if
he’d ever speak to
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