A petite blonde with big brown eyes sidled up to him. “Hi.”
He glanced around. “You talking to me?”
“Um, yes.” She leaned closer slightly, focusing on his patch. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see it in the dim lighting.
He shifted his weight on the stool.
She jumped back.
Monster chuckled. “Boo.”
The blood left her face. “I—I thought you might like some company?”
“Really? Is that why you look you’re about to pee your pants?”
Running her fingers through her hair, she glanced away. “You know, I was just trying to be nice.”
“Oh, and offer me a mere moment of your time? This ain’t high school and I’m not some nerd you can get to do your homework. I eat little girls like you for breakfast.”
She scowled. “Whatever, Freddy Krueger. I was trying to throw you a bone.”
“I’ll pass.”
Sliding off the stool, she flounced away.
He raised his bottle to her.
“I see you’re using your charm again.”
Monster glanced up at Pan and shook his head. “Don’t you have a girl to be banging about now?”
“I find I’m not interested.”
Monster frowned. I don’t like this. “Why not?’
“Because we have an intriguing mystery right under our nose and I find myself thinking about her more often than not.”
“Who are we talking about?” Monster sat up straight and slammed his empty bottle on the bar.
“I think you know.”
“Not her.”
“Why? You plan on doing something more than make eyes at her?”
“Because she’s not one of your vapid biker bunnies you can nail and toss aside. One look and you can tell you she’s been through enough.”
“Who said I want to toss her aside?”
He balled his fists. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Really? What’s that?” Pan leaned against the bar and smirked.
His lackadaisical attitude grated on Monster’s nerves.
Pan swirled his drink and arched a brow.
Monster’s jaw ticked. It’d been awhile since he wanted to take his brothers head off so badly. “Trying to get under my skin and push me to the edge.”