“Well…” I said making my way around the corner, my free hand cupping my shoulder. “Got time to give me a ride somewhere?”
“I’m not your personal taxi, son.” He grunted, his voice gruff like he’d just woken up. Might have, actually, since it was only noon. Bar owners tended to keep vampire hours. “You got feet. Walk.”
Ahhh, Tough Love Bill reared his ugly head again. I pulled open the front door to the store. The register was open, the contents gone, except the change.
Asshole!
“Walking might be tough, and the trail of blood I’d leave might attract some undesirables.”
“What?” he yelled. “Damn it, Drey. What’d you do?”
“What’dIdo? Try asking whatDamondid.” I shut the register and leaned against the counter. I wasn’t liking the increasing lightheadedness and sounds of static filling my head. “And…you might want to hurry before I pass out.”
“Shit.”
I clicked end and tapped Jeremy’s number. Hopefully the store owner wasn’t off to his summer cabin…
“Hello?”
“My streak is broken,” I said, sitting on the floor, resting my back against the cabinet beneath the front counter. “Sorry, man.”
“Is it bad?” I heard a door slam in the background. “I’m on my way.”
“ETA?” I let my eyelids slide shut against my better judgment. I knew that was absolutely the worst thing I could do right now, but I couldn’t fight it.So tired.
“Ten minutes.”
I hummed my response, words no longer registering. “Might want to hurry…”
My world went black.
Chapter Two
Sarah
Onemoreshotandit’d be over. No more memories. No more flashbacks. No more…anything. Then I could find a guy and get lost. Get totally lost.
“Sam.” I raised my glass and earned a scowl from the stubborn Aussie. “Come on.”
He turned to the girl he was loving on as if I’d never even said his name.Prick.I wasn’t working, I was here on my own personal time, so they shouldn’t care if I wanted to get drunk and drive home.
Okay, maybe the drive part, but I didn’t even have a car. Couldn’t be on the grid at all. Hell, I was subletting an apartment so I wouldn’t have to sign anything.
Cash only.
And I had plenty of cash, considering I stole a small fortune from that prick pimp of mine, Nicco. Hell, I’d earned it putting out for all hisclientsall those years.
A slithering, dark sense oozed down my spine at the thought of that jerk. Yep, I needed one more drink.
“Here you go, honey.” A yummy-sounding voice slid along my senses over the pounding bass vibrating the air. A warm hand along my lower back followed.
I was wearing one of those open-backed shirts, so I felt every electrical pulse.
Screw the drink to chase away the memories—sex would do. I peered over my shoulder to check out my options. Smooth skin. Big blue eyes. Average size. Nothing like Hunter…or Drey.
Hunter, the best Cooler in the bar, was majorly taken, considering that still-shiny wedding band he was wearing. Damn, he was someone I wanted more than I’d ever wanted a man. And not just for his body, though that would have been fine, too. He was a stand-up guy. Especially how he treated that wife of his. She suffered from agoraphobia but was working through it. And Hunter was right by her side, the entire time.
She was one lucky girl.