Page 57 of That One Night
“Listen,” he said to the woman at the end. “I’m trying to find my friend. Do you know if she’s in there? Emery Reed?”
“I’ve no idea.” She shrugged.
Damn it. “Emery?” he called out, his voice loud enough to carry into the bathroom. “You in there?”
“Whoa,” another women in the line said. “He’s angry.”
“But hot,” her friend replied. “I’ll be Emery,” she said to him. “You can call me anything as long as you call me.”
For God’s sake.
“There’s no Emery in here,” a voice called out from in the bathroom.
The Moonlight Bar was full, but it was also compact. If she wasn’t in the bathroom, then she wasn’t here at all. She must have left the way she’d threatened to.
Annoyance rushed through him as he strode across the room to the front door, pushing it open. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he looked around. And that’s when he saw her in the distance, walking away from him.
“Emery?” he called out.
She didn’t even flinch. Just kept on walking.
“Wait the hell up.”
Still nothing. He ground his teeth together, unlocking his truck and sliding quickly into the driver’s seat. Sure, he could run after her, but then they’d be arguing in the street.
Instead, he started up the engine, reversing out of his parking space, and gunning the engine to catch up with the small, female form disappearing into the distance.
It didn’t take long. Even in those tennis shoes she was walking at a steady, almost slow pace. His breath caught as he looked at the expression on her face. She looked so damn sad it was killing him.
He hit the window button and called out to her.
“Get in the truck, Emery.”
And damn if she didn’t just jut her chin out, the way Frank did when he was pissed. “I told you, I can walk myself home.”
Chapter
Sixteen
Hendrix took a deep breath,but it did nothing to clear the annoyance rushing through him.
“Please get in the damn truck before I drag you in.”
Her mouth dropped open. Good. At least she was aware of his intentions.
“What are you, a caveman now?”
“I’m a man who worries about your safety and wants to make sure you get home without getting hurt. Somebody needs to. Because your fiancé so clearly isn’t.”
She laughed, though there was no amusement to it. “We live in the asscrack of nowhere, Hendrix. What do you think’s going to happen to me? Will I get abducted by a horny goat?”
His mouth twitched. “I told you I’d drive you and get you home. And I’m going to do it.”
She hadn’t stopped walking. The truck was barely moving, only going four miles an hour at best, as he kept at her pace.
“What are you planning to do?” she asked him. “Drive at that pace for an hour? It’ll make you crazy.”
Yeah, it would. He liked speed, not crawling. “If I have to.”
