Page 22 of His Ex's Little Sister
“Aww, hell no!” I almostshriek.
“But you have some kind of history,right?”
I think about the simplest way to reply to her question. “It’scomplicated.”
“Well, let me just say I’ve never seen him look at any woman in here the way he looked at you just now. I’m telling you, honey, the electricity between the two of youcan’tlie.”
“I have no idea what you’re talkingabout.”
“It’s the fact that temperature in the room just went up a few degrees from whatever it is the two ofyouhave.”
Crap.
I keep the rest of my thoughts to myself and do my best not to give anything away. Nervousness makes me check the time on my phone. Ten minutes until I startmyset.
“I’d better use the ladies room before I get up on stage,” Itellher.
“Don’t you thinkhe’scute?”
“Well, sure he is. Why are you starting to sound like you’re trying to hook usup,Lacy?”
She picks up her serving tray and gives their table another look. “You’re changing thesubject.”
“Whichis?”
“Maybe it’s time for you to un-complicate what’s between you, honey,” shedrawls.
“There’s nothing between Reid and me,” Iinsist.
“Keep telling yourself that. But remember that saying…the best lies are the ones we tellourselves.”
I don’t need Lacy getting philosophical on me about Reid. What I need is to get my set over and done with, andgohome.
“Just look at him. He’s sexy as sin. Every woman in here wants a piece of him. Well, everyone but me. I’m happy to wait for a dose ofJaden.”
“Every woman in here can have him,” Ireiterate.
“But he’s not lookingtheirway.”
“It’s a free country, Lacy. Reid can bore a hole through me…with his eyes, I mean. I’m just here to play my music and savemytips.”
Lacy shakes her head and clucks her teeth with disapproval. “That’s a damn shame, because he’s headedoverhere.”
What else is new? It’s as though he’s on a new mission, and I’m thetarget.
He strides over to us. “Evening, ladies,” he says, sporting that cocky grin I wish I didn’t have to see for the third time in three daysstraight.
“Howdy, Reid,” Lacy greets him. “Is Jaden coming bylater?”
“Possibly.”
“Nice. I’ll let you two catch up…or whatever,” she tells him, and turns to give me a wink. “Looks like I’ve got a few customers toserve.”
“Excuse me,” I tell him. That’s all he gets. Me walking away. I’m not about to engage with him after he tried to kiss me lastnight.
Straightening my shoulders, I get to my feet, set down my guitar on its stand, and make a beeline for therestrooms.
“How are you doing, Robin?” Reid asks, still hot on myheels.
