Page 54 of Final Goodbye
“I know. I know. Come over after work? Stay at my place tonight. Your mom and Chase can meet us at my parents’ house tomorrow for dinner.” I couldn’t say no to another night wrapped in his arms. His house felt a lot more like home lately than my mom’s house did anyway.
“Of course I’ll be there. I won’t get off until late though, so leave the door unlocked and I’ll crawl into bed with you when I get there. Don’t wait up. This place is going to be a fucking disaster to clean when everyone leaves, so I know I’ll get stuck late.”
“Can’t wait, baby.” He held me from behind for a few more seconds, laying a few kisses down my neck as he gave my shoulder a light nibble with his teeth.
“I have to go to the bathroom and get back to work. We will finish this later,” I promised as I tried to wiggle away from him.
He had a way of turning me on at lightning speed. Over the last couple of weeks, we had learned the ins and outs of one another. What we liked and what we didn’t, which was almost nothing. I’d let that man do anything to me. But fuck, all he had to do was look at me and I was turned on.
When he approached me at work like this, it was absolute torture, and he knew it. He loved to get me all wound up so when he saw me later, I’d let out all of my pent-up sexual energy.
He let me go but not before he gave my ass a little slap and headed to the bathroom.
I was headed back up to the bar when I saw what looked like a verbal argument happening between a couple of customers. They were hiding in a dark corner, so I couldn’t make out who they were right away. When one of the stage lights moved in their direction, I had the perfect view.
What were Myles and Logan arguing about?I didn’t even know they knew each other. But then again, everyone knew each other in this town.
I needed to get back to the bar, but when I saw Declan, I figured I’d let him handle it since it involved his brother. Whatever it was, it looked tense, and I didn’t want to get stuck in the middle of it. He had a sixth sense when it came to me. He seemed to pop up every time I thought about him.
“Hey, what’s going on over there between your brother and Logan? Seems like they are having an intense conversation.” I nodded my head in their direction. “Mind handling it? I’d hate for anything physical to break out. I’m not in the mood for a bar fight tonight.”
With a quick snap of his head, he turned to look where I was gesturing toward. With a scowl etched on his face, he started to walk in their direction.
“Declan! Don’t do anything stupid!” I called out to him.
He shot a thumbs up behind his back before disappearing into the crowd of drunks. I hoped I didn’t have to worry about whatever was going on over there.
My fists clenchedat my sides, and I had tunnel vision as I made my way over to the corner of the bar. First, Logan had the audacity to have my brother’s name in his mouth, and now, he was cornering him in the bar? What the fuck was this guy’s deal? I was not going to cause a scene. No way I’d hit the guy unless he gave me a reason to, no matter how badly I wanted to.
He was getting dangerously close to giving me that reason though.
Each time he spoke to Paige, it had me fired up, but I wasn’t going to stoop down to his level and take the bait. Myles could fight his own battles, but I didn’t want it to come to that.
My hand reached out, grabbing Logan’s attention. “What’s going on over here, man?” I tried to approach the situation as mellow as I could. Logan turned around, giving me a scowl like he was sick of seeing me. Little did he know, I was sick of seeing him just as much, if not more.
“This has nothing to do with you. Stop trying to be everyone’s bodyguard and get lost.” He had the fucking nerve. Did he notrealize it wasmygirl andmybrother he was bothering? I’d be a fucking bodyguard if I wanted to.
“Don’t fucking test me. You’re lurking around a lot more than I’d like you to lately and causing nothing but trouble,” I snapped. The guy was already bipolar, but mixing alcohol with that? He could be completely unhinged.
“Hey, Declan, it’s not a big deal. We were just having a conversation.” My brother tried to bring down the tension.
“What the fuck could you even be talking to this guy about? You don’t even know him,” I reared back, surprised Myles acted like this interaction was no big deal. He pulled me aside so we could have a more private chat, leaving Logan to his own devices.
“What the fuck is going on?” I continued. “When I brought him up to you at Mom and Dad’s, you acted like you didn’t know who he was. Just some town drunk, not some guy you knew and had conversations with at the bar.” That’s exactly what he called him, if I recall correctly. What the fuck was he trying to play off here?
“We may have hit up a few parties together. It’s not a big deal. We know some of the same people,” he said casually.
No big deal?
“Then why wouldn’t you have led with that when I asked you if you knew who he was? You’re being sketchy as hell right now, Myles, and I need to know what the fuck is going on.” My blood was beginning to boil and I could feel the anger seeping to the surface. Wouldn’t be surprised at all if my face was beet red. Why did this feel like it had to do with Paige? She was the common denominator here and I didn’t like it. Not one single bit.
“It’s not like we are friends, dude. Chill out. I gave him a ride home from a party one night. It’s not like we just kick back and chill with each other all the time. Fucking relax.”
“You’re saying you were at a party, andyoudrovehimhome? When the fuck do you ever go to a party and stay sober?” I questioned.
“I didn’t say I was sober… I just had less to drink than he did. It was his car anyways and when I got him home, I just crashed at his place.” Myles had a lot of growing up to do. He thought he was doing the right thing by driving Logan home because he waslessdrunk? I was so fucking done with this conversation.
“Do you even hear yourself right now? It’s one lie after another, and you’re still doing stupid shit. Mom and Dad may be oblivious to all the shit you’ve been doing lately, but I’m not. I’m done, dude. I’m not going to drive you around and be your personal chauffeur so you can get fucked up after work and at the bar every weekend.” I shook my head in frustration and began to walk away.
