Page 155 of The Chase
Oh no, now I looked like the crazy stalker girlfriend.
Making my way to the bar all the way at the back, I eased through the mass of bodies, grateful for the camouflage.
I squeezed to the front and signaled to the barman. “Kamikaze, please.”
And make it bloody quick, I mused darkly.
The young man with eighties’ hair beamed at me and then got to work on my drink.
I needed to get the hell out of here and sleep away this horrible day.
The shot glass placed in front of me contained vodka, triple sec and lime and I threw it back with abandon, my mouth gaping at the burn.
Damn, I needed that.
Another one was placed it front of me and questioningly I stared at the barman.
“Happy hour,” he shouted. “Two for one.”
Damn it.
Why not, my nerves were raw from believing my boyfriend was Icon and I hated myself for doubting him.
I downed the glass.
Heading for the back door, I skirted the tables and headed to the restroom.
I worked on my hair and used the mirror, which swayed a bit too much, trying to smooth wayward strands into my curls.
Vaguely, I remembered Tobias mentioning my mom’s Celtic heritage—though couldn’t remember ever mentioning it to him. I staggered and caught myself on the sink and peered down to look for that offending loose tile. My attention rose to the mirror and my eyes reflected the confusion I was feeling.
Had my past decimated all chance of trust?
A knock startled me.
“Zara.” It was Tobias. “You okay in there?”
“She’s not in here.” I crouched my shoulders, waiting for him to go away. “It’s somebody else.”
Music carried from the stage. The woman’s singing sounded dreadful. I hoped I didn’t sing as bad as that. With any luck it was Logan.
Silence.
Letting the minutes evaporate, I waited until it felt safe and reluctantly opened the door.
Peeking out, I saw the way was clear; I slid out and walked down to the end of the hall.
“Hello there,” Tobias said.
I spun round and saw him with his arms folded across his chest.
“Oh hello,” I said. “Fancy seeing you here.”
He came closer and slid into a smile. “Fancy that.”
“Well, that’s super fun.” I ran the words through my brain and stuck it in reverse. “Strange?”
“What is?”
