Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,43

them coming.”

“Everything okay?” I heard myself asking, then winced because I shouldn’t care. He’d treated me like shit, so why should I care that he looked miserable?

“Nope, Foster, it’s not,” he said with a sigh as he picked up the glass to slam it down again. “I’m out of tequila.”

I poured him another, and he snatched it from my grasp before I had the chance to hand it to him. Some of the liquid sloshed over the side of the shot glass and onto the bar as he jerked it toward his mouth and tossed it down his throat.

“More,” he rasped, slamming the glass beside the other empty one.

“Maybe you should wait a few before you have any more,” I suggested.

“I didn’t ask your opinion. But I’m sure you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Enjoying what?”

I grabbed a large glass and added some ice before filling it with water. I placed it in front Blaine, but he ignored it and gestured toward the empty shot glasses in front of him before looking at me with hazy, pleading eyes.

“Seeing me this way. Does it make you happy to know that my boyfriend of four years just dumped me because he fell in love with his trainer?”

I wasn’t sure which floored me more. The fact that he just admitted all that to me or that he was dating a man. He had slept with almost everyone on the cheerleading squad and half the girls’ soccer and volleyball teams. Through all four years of high school I heard nothing but gossip about how Blaine was seen making out with someone else or hushed whispers about who his newest conquest was. But who was I to ask questions considering who I was currently…exploring with?

“Forget it,” he growled. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Feeling a bit sorry for the guy, even if he was my nemesis, I poured him another shot and set it in front of him. “Here. And regardless of what you might believe, I understand more than you think.”

Blaine tossed back the tequila. “Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well for starters, I’m back here after moving away.”

Blaine scoffed. “Everyone comes home at some point.”

“But not willingly. I had moved away with my ex-fiancée, Jennifer.”

Blaine’s eyes widened a fraction. “Fall on hard times?”

“Nope, she fell on someone else’s dick,” I said bluntly.

“Ouch. Want me to buy you a round?”

I shook my head. “Nope. I’m not upset about it. She did me a favor. Because if she hadn’t done that, I would still be engaged to her instead of here.”

Blaine snorted. “I know that look. You got over her by getting inside someone else, am I right?”

I wanted to cringe at his assumption but was able to hold it off. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but I wasn’t using Stellan to get over Jennifer. Those feelings had been gone for a while, and I hadn’t been inside him, either. Though the thought of that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Everyone going okay over here?” Mina asked as she sidled up to me.

“Everything’s fine. Just catching up with Blaine. We went to high school together,” I explained.

“Yup. Want me to punch you in that pretty face of yours for old time’s sake?”

I tore my gaze from Mina’s to turn down Blaine’s terrible offer when I was interrupted.

“I don’t think that’d be such a good idea,” a gruff voice said. A gruff, familiar voice.

My body instantly heated at the sound of the voice as I remembered how it sounded as it rasped in my ear. Looking up, I was surprised to see Stellan standing beside Blaine. What was he doing here? It wasn’t the night for his band to have a gig at Clancy’s. And why was he looking at Blaine with such a thunderous expression?

Blaine blinked his eyelids a few times and made an attempt to sit up straighter on the stool. The movement caused his body to sway a bit, but he managed to catch himself on the bar.

“This ought to be good,” Mina said with a snicker.

I shook my head at her but kept my focus on Stellan and Blaine.

“Well,” Blaine slurred, since the tequila was starting to affect him, “helloooooo, tall, tattooed, and tempting. Tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine.”

“No need, Blaine. I already heard when you offered to punch Foster in the face.”

Blaine snorted and waved him off. “Eh, don’t pay him no mind. Actually, Foster, why don’t you get me another shot and whatever this sex on legs wants.”

My jaw dropped at Blaine’s blatant, drunken