even and white, and her eyes became crescent moons. I needed to see it again and often––directed at me obviously––and resolved to make her smile more.
“I asked you a question.”
Maybe that wasn’t the way to do it because her smile faltered. Then she erupted in laughter. That’s when it dawned on me. The smiles, the giggles. She was drunk.
Spotting Tony behind the bar, I signaled him over. “Did you serve my wife?”
Tony looked surprised. He should. I hadn’t advertised my new marital status.
“Uh, yeah, man,” Tony warily admitted, his deep-set brown eyes shifting between me and Syd.
“What exactly did you serve her?”
“Tony––” Sydney cut in. “Don’t listen to him. He’s not the boss of me. As a matter of fact…” She giggled some more. “…as a matter of fact, I’m the boss of him.” She aimed another bright grin at me. “Technically I am, Scott. Or I will be.”
Her laughter was infectious. It chipped away at my vow to keep her at bay and I found myself almost smiling back.
“Three Long Island Ice Teas,” answered Tony.
“They were yummy. Thanks, Tony.”
While Tony smiled at my wife, a meaty hand slid into the small space that separated her and me. “I’m Randy. Pleased to meetcha.” I glared at the outstretched hand. Then I glared at the man attached to the hand because…what the fuck, seriously? The hand retreated.
Sydney hooked a nonchalant thumb in the general direction of the guy seated on the barstool next to her. “This is Randy. He’s been divorced three time.” She held up three slender fingers in my face. Taking them gently in my hand, I lowered them, not letting go once they were out of my line of sight. Touching her felt good. Too good.
The humor melted off her face as her warm brown eyes held mine. Unguarded. Earnest. The vulnerability I saw there cut me wide open. Her lips pursed a little before she spoke.
“I don’t wanna be divorced, Scott…not even once.”
In one breathless suspended moment, I simultaneously wanted to give her anything she asked of me and take away everything she cared about. I didn’t think she was capable of being vulnerable and something about it called to me. Which made me mad. Because I hadn’t forgotten what this was about––a promotion. She was a world-class manipulator, and I was nobody’s mark.
“Are you here alone?” she asked in a quiet voice.
I shook my head and she tucked away all the emotion she’d let me see. She’d misinterpreted what I’d implied––that I had female company––and I did nothing to correct her. It was better this way. For both of us.
“Mrs. Blackstone,” Ryan intoned. I glanced over my shoulder to see Ryan wearing an indulgent grin meant for me. My mood took another downturn. “Always good to see you.”
“Mr. Sutter,” my drunk wife drawled in return as Ryan ambled closer. “Likewise.”
I leveled the bulk of my annoyance at my best friend. “Are you done? She’s drunk and I need to get her home.”
Ryan’s hands went up. “Just wanted to tell you that we’re taking off. See you tomorrow.” He winked at Sydney and left.
Sydney’s attention was back on me, where I liked it. Reaching over, I plucked something out of her hair and inspected it. Dirt. Which prompted me to examine the rest of her clothes. The tight black jeans that hugged her athletic legs were covered with it as well. Without thought, I brushed some away on the inside of her thigh and heard her breath catch. Our eyes met and the tension expanded. It seemed to have a life of its own.
I hadn’t anticipated attraction. Yes, I’d felt desire for her all those years ago. But back then I could have said that about any number of women. This, whatever it was that was going on between us, was different. Now my brain controlled my actions instead of my balls. Which was why I couldn’t understand the strong visceral reaction I was having to a woman I should’ve despised for upending my life.
“I’m taking you home.”
She didn’t argue. In easy compliance, she slid off the stool and waved at Tony. Taking her hand in mine, I dragged her out of the bar before Randy could start in again. Two minutes later, we stood in front of my mud-covered ATV quad.
“In this?” I had to ask. I wasn’t sure if I should be impressed or worried about her reasoning skills. “This is how you got here?”
She smiled at me again, all proud of herself. “That’s how