“I mean, you could,” he points out, stopping and bracing his weight on the bar as he looks down at me. “What are you still doing here, Virginia? You could be doing a hell of a lot more with your life.”
I offer a bumpy nod, my chin hitting my knuckles. “I know.”
Now he leans down, his dark eyes meeting mine, and for just a moment, reminding me of Rafe. “Can I ask you something? Didn’t you go to law school?”
I don’t think I ever told him that. I review the files in my mind, skimming folders full of memories. Nope, definitely never told him that. He may have stolen a peek at my employment files. I had just started law school when I started working here, and I was honest on my application, because it seemed like the kind of thing you wouldn’t want a mob-owned business to find out you lied about. If they decided not to hire me because they knew up front, that would be better than broken legs later.
“I never told you that, but yes,” I affirm.
Lifting a pointed eyebrow since I verified what he already knew, he says, “So, what are you doing here?”
“Piz!”
He jolts backward, confusion all over his handsome face as I point at him accusingly. “What?”
“You’re Piz.”
“I’m… what?”
“He’s Logan,” I state, miserably. “It could have been e
pic.”
“I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about right now.”
Sighing heavily, I rest my face sideways on the back of my hand. “I’m a marshmallow.”
Giving up on getting me to make any sense, Felix states, “You’re drunk. Let me finish up back here and I’ll take you home.”
“Yeah, I can’t drive,” I tell him.
“I realize that,” he says, sounding mildly amused.
Trent is still here since he has to close up, so Felix leaves first. Trent shoots us an odd look when he sees that Felix has an arm around me and he’s escorting me out, since I can’t walk straight on my own.
“Hey, hold up. What are you doing?”
Felix hangs back. “Me? Leaving.”
“With her?” he asks, his eyebrows rising. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
Rolling his eyes, Felix says, “G’night,” and leaves without further explaining himself.
I like that. I fucking like that a lot. Felix is a badass. I like Felix.
Rafe didn’t think Felix was gay. This is a weird moment to think about that, but while I was too surprised when it first came up, I now recall Rafe and Felix shooting the shit behind the bar one day when I was making a drink, talking about some girl Felix was dating at the time.
He only asked me that to see how I would respond. Rafe wouldn’t be suspicious about me and Felix if he didn’t genuinely like me. He doesn’t play that game with booth girls. Only girls he’s serious about trigger his possessive side.
Felix opens his car door and reluctantly releases me. “You okay? Don’t fall.”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, slinking into the passenger seat of his black Camry.
Felix walks around and gets in on his side. Once he’s in the car with me and he fires up the engine, I ask him, “Are we going to my place or yours?”
Cocking an eyebrow, he asks, “Do you want to go to my place?”
“I don’t want to go to mine,” I admit. I’ll just be sad if I go there.