serious? He’s fighting.”
Layla shrugged. “Who cares. That just makes him hotter.”
Elena thought her sister had a screw loose. There was nothing sexy about men throwing punches. Although she did find herself smiling when the other guy, the one with green eyes and slightly lighter brown hair, bent at the waist and plowed into his friend.
Somehow she sensed these two were friends. Not enemies. She couldn’t imagine why they were fighting, but neither of them was putting much power behind their swings. Not enough to really hurt the other one at least.
Another swing from the darker haired man with the brown eyes. He was over six feet tall, about two inches taller than the guy now rubbing his jaw after taking another punch. They were dressed similarly. Both in jeans, boots, and henleys.
Suddenly both men abruptly stopped and turned to face Elena and Layla. Elena had no idea how the men could have even noticed them yet as they approached from across the parking lot.
It wasn’t unusual for the two women to draw attention. Not with their blond hair. The feature could be both a blessing and a curse. When sexy buff men stopped throwing punches to give appreciative looks, Elena didn’t mind so much. It gave a boost to her ego and made her hold her head higher. But there was a fine line. Cat calls pissed her right the fuck off. Being groped without permission also made her see flames. As long as all these guys did was look, she would enter the bar with a bit more pep in her step.
Lucky for her, tonight was looking pretty good. She felt the gaze of the green-eyed man boring into her in particular. He and his friend had a similar look, and Elena had to admit Layla was right. Damn hot men lived in this town. Shifters or not.
Elena glanced around inside the bar as they entered, spotted a high-top table and pointed it out. The noise level in the bar wasn’t too bad. Mostly just conversations and country western background music. It wasn’t so loud that the two of them wouldn’t be able to talk.
Even though Elena had spent four hours in the car with Layla, she felt like they had a lot of catching up to do. She didn’t want to waste precious time in bars hitting on men. But bars were Layla’s gig, and Elena had always gone along with it. Today was no different. Now that they were here, Elena doubted they would get the chance to talk.
As she passed by the bar, she felt the hairs on her arms stand up, and she turned her gaze to find an older man scowling at her as she passed. His eyes were furrowed, and he looked like he might lurch out of his chair and hurt someone. Though for some reason, she didn’t think he directed his ire at her specifically. He was just an angry old guy. Maybe he didn’t like out of towners. She jerked her attention toward the empty table and kept walking.
No sooner had she and Layla gotten situated on their stools than the two men from outside approached. Elena sighed. She wasn’t in the mood for flirting. Hell, she wasn’t in the mood for drinking, dancing, or listening to music either.
Layla was the extrovert. Elena would rather stay home with a good book or an old movie. Of course, that also meant Elena had dated far fewer men and didn’t have very many girlfriends.
Layla nudged Elena with her elbow and whispered under her breath. “Those two guys are coming over here.”
No shit. “I see that.”
The slightly taller one with darker hair and brown eyes had a cocky grin on his face, and his gaze was on Layla. Not surprising. She always attracted more men and usually before she’d managed to order a drink.
This was the guy she said she’d seen out jogging. However, there was no way he could know which sister he’d seen, so his instant attention on Layla was peculiar.
Elena frowned. It was more than peculiar. It was downright strange. It made no sense at all. Sure, after people got to know the two of them, they could usually tell them apart, but that was because they had very different personalities and style. No way could this guy have an inkling about that yet. He hadn’t even exchanged words with Layla. Just a wave to a sweaty woman in jogging clothes.
Granted, tonight Layla was wearing a tight, black, revealing dress