Page 89 of On The Rocks

A wave of nausea hit my belly. Every organ hurt, and I had to hold onto the wall to stop myself from doubling over. I held mybreath, watching and aching while the woman leaned forward until her tits almost spilled out of her top.

“I miss you,” she breathed.

Callum’s gaze went right to them before he tipped his head back and groaned. “What the fuck are you trying to do to me here, Sass? I’m married.”

I closed my eyes, praying to everything holy that he’d throw her out, but instead, he leaned forward, sliding his hands around her hips.

Tears hit the back of my eyes.

Why was he touching her the same way he always touched me?

Why wasn’t he sending her away?

“I don’t care,” she murmured. “I know you don’t care about her. You hardly know her.”

Tell her she’s wrong, baby, the voice inside my head begged.Please tell her you care.

But there was just silence.

It felt like somebody had stuck a knife through my heart and twisted it because I knew at that moment that everything he’d said to me, everything we’d built, wasn’t real. Sharing our hopes and dreams, all the talk of babies and forever; it was all a lie.

The woman, Saskia, was one of our waitresses. I’d met her a few days before when she’d waltzed into the bar and immediately started flirting with Callum. I knew we wouldn’t get along, so when she didn’t even give me a fleeting glance, I ignored her right back.

At least now I knew why she hated me.

And I hated her, too.

The fuckingslapper.

I don’t know what came over me. One minute, I wanted to burst into tears. The next, my inner bitch reared her head andburst forward. I reached out one finger to gently push the door open.

Two sets of eyes swerved toward me, and Callum rose to his feet.

“Maeve,” he rasped.

“Hey!” I skewered him with a look, and with a voice full of steel, I bit out, “I see you’ve got your hands full there,husband. Should I come back later?”

CHAPTER 19

CALLUM

“You fucking eejit,” Donovan muttered for the twentieth time that night.

I took a pull of the fucking incredible tasting beer my wife had brewed for my bar and retorted, “I know, all right.”

“Can’t believe you had your hands on that bitch’s ass, and your nuts are still intact,” Atlas sneered, his tone full of disgust.

“I told ya, I didn’t even realize,” I told him, my tone pitchy and defensive. “It was a force of habit.”

Cash dropped his head and grinned down at his beer. “Been where you are, and it’s mighty cold in that doghouse. I feel bad for ya, bro, but still, how fuckin’ stupid can ya be?”

“I know. I know,” I muttered, taking another swig of incredible beer.

“How much did Maeve see?” Breaker asked.

“Enough,” I grumbled, swigging my beer again. I sighed, holding up my bottle to check the color again. “This stuff’s fucking addictive. I think Mae’s put goddamned crack in it.”

Atlas held his cider bottle up and cocked an eyebrow. “I’ve never tasted anythin’ like this. I always believed down to my bones that nothin’ would ever taste as good as my Stitch, but thisshit’s even givin’ her a run for her money.” He took a long pull, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure before making a big show of gulping it down. “It’s like nectar of the Gods. Is it apples? Pears? Berries? Peaches? Who knows, and more’s the point, who fuckin’ cares?”

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