Page 32 of Mechanic

The fourth woman in their group, however, is a different story. She isn’t as tall as the triplets but has similar long, blonde hair. There is also a bit of a wave to it. She’s too far away, and the bar is too dark for me to tell what color her eyes are.

Other than a nice set of tits, pulling her shirt tight across her chest, the rest of her features are hidden behind the bar.

The excited cheers coming from the girls as Gypsy slams shot glasses down onto the bar snaps me out of my ogling of the unknown woman.

Watching the women from the corner of my eye, an unbidden smile forms as the quad sweet talks Gypsy into several more rounds of shots.

It’s impressive that despite all of her grousing, Gypsy continues to serve the girls when she could have easily shut them off. I am amazed at how well they hold their liquor.

Rhodee must catch me watching her little group. As soon as she does, she leans down to whisper in the mystery girl’s ear, and her gaze shoots in my direction. Her eyes widen when our gazes meet.

A shot glass is thrust into her hand, and she quickly downs it without breaking eye contact. She makes a face at whatever she just drank, slamming the shot glass upside down onto the bar.

The girl rises up slightly, yelling at Rhodee, trying to be heard over the noise of the bar. As Rhodee’s gaze meets mine briefly before refocusing on the girl, it’s then that I notice she is gone.

Catching a glimpse of blonde hair weaving through the crowd, heading for the door, my chest tightens. My feet are moving before my brain catches up, propelling me toward the door after her.

Pushing several people out of the way, I finally burst through the crowd and onto the sidewalk.

Concern for this girl’s well-being is almost overwhelming. My head is on a swivel, looking up and down the street. The sidewalks are mostly empty, not a soul in sight. She just vanished into thin air.

Jogging up and down the line of cars, I check to make sure that she isn’t trying to drive. With all of the alcohol this girl has consumed, the last thing she should be doing is driving.

Still not able to see the girl, I move back inside, fighting my way to where I last saw Rhodee.

Rhodee’s jovial mood falters when she sees the look on my face.

“I can’t find her,” I yell, somewhat panicked that the girl just vanished into thin air.

“What’s wrong?” she yells, leaning near my ear so I can hear her.

“She’s gone.”

“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Rhodee questions as her brows furrow.

She pulls her phone from the back pocket of her jeans. After tapping on her phone a few times, she gives me a smile before pocketing her phone.

“She’s fine. She’s already home and in bed,” Rhodee snarks, waving me off.

My mouth opens and closes as my mind tries to wrap around her statement. To add insult, she pats my cheek in a patronizing manner before she walks away.

The mystery girl from the bar on Saturday night is becoming an obsession.

Where did she disappear to?

How did she get there so fast?

Why can’t I forget about her?

Despite looking at my computer screen, it’s as though I am not seeing anything. My entire focus is on the girl from the bar.Rhodee’s voice carrying through to my office has me on my feet across the room in seconds.

Yanking the door open causes Rhodee to startle as the door bounces off the wall.

“What the…” she exclaims, clutching her chest.

“The girl,” I growl out, surprising both of us. “Who is she?”

Rhodee’s eyes widen briefly before the corner of her lips tips up in a smirk.

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