Losing Me, Finding You(12)

“Oh,” she says, smiling suddenly. “Amy's friend?” I grin back, nice and wide. If she's telling her friends about me then I've gotten off to a good start. I glance around surreptitiously for Mireya. I haven't seen her since she stormed off earlier and although I don't need her permission to spend time with other women, I'd prefer she wasn't sitting around watching.

“Guess you could say that,” I tell the girl as I pull out a bar stool and slide onto the cracked, black leather. “She here?” I gesture at the bathrooms with my chin and the blonde shakes her head.

“Um, no. She's … ” The girl starts nibbling at her lips and I watch as Beck's green eyes are drawn to the motion like a predator hunting prey. “I don't know if she's coming, but she really wanted to,” she assures me as I order a drink and lean back, letting the air conditioning bathe my sweaty body. “My name is Christy by the way. Christy Hall.”

“Nice to meet you, beautiful,” I say as I try to quell the surge of disappointment down below. It's not just because I was planning on taking little Amy to my room. No. If that were the case then I'm pretty sure I could steal Christy away from Beck without much trouble. The girl's now focusing all of her attention on me, batting dark eyelashes and smiling coquettishly like maybe she's never done this before. Is this whole town full of f*cking virgins? I wonder as the doors to the building swing open and I turn my head to check out the newcomer.

Well f*ck me sideways; if it isn't Miss Amy Cross in the flesh.

“Amy!” Christy shouts, standing up before I get the chance and rushing over to embrace her friend. Amy takes her in her arms with a soft smile, but her eyes are haunted and her cheek is dark with makeup, like she's trying to cover something up.

My eyes trail down the long line of her neck to her full chest and the tight skirt she's got on. It hugs her curves like a f*cking glove, smoothing down to her thighs and leaving two, long, white legs exposed. Shit. I feel myself getting hard at the sight. It's not often that a woman has that kind of effect on me. Actually, the more I think about it, I don't think a woman's ever had this strong of an effect on me.

Amy steps away from her friend and looks up, grabbing my eyes with hers and holding them with a penetrating gaze. I lick my lips without realizing it and find myself striding across the rough wood floor of the bar to greet her.

“Glad you could make it, Miss Amy,” I say as Christy steps back to give us some room.

“Me, too,” she says, voice rough like she's been cryin' or something. This surge of anger swells inside of me, making me wish I could find whoever the f*ck was that made her feel this way, so I could pummel the shit out of him. Whoa there, Sparks, slow down a bit. You just met this girl, and you don't know a damn thing about her.

Amy and I step forward as the doors swing inward and usher in a new group of people.

“Can I get you a drink?” I ask, and she hesitates a moment before nodding.

“Sure.” Her voice this time is a whisper and her hand keeps floating up to touch her cheek. “Something that will get me drunk,” she says, and I have to pause and give her a raised brow.

“O' course, darling. Whatever you want.” I knew this girl had some fire behind that innocent face. I pull out the stool next to her friend and step back, gesturing absently at Beck. “This redheaded f*ck is Beck Evans. He's rides a Suzuki Savage, but don't hold that against him.”

“Hey, f*ck you man,” Beck says, rubbing his goatee as Christy bursts into laughter and Amy remains tight-lipped and quiet. I slide onto the seat next to her and order us a couple of tequila shots. When the bartender sets our glasses down, we both reach out at the same time and end up brushing knuckles. A thrill of heat sears right through me as Amy's eyes snap to mine and she shivers. Beck is yammering on about something in the background, but I can't hear a damn word he's saying. Who the hell is this girl? I wonder as I fight the urge to reach out and grab her, pull her against me and ravage that small mouth with my own.

Amy glances away first.

“Sorry I'm late,” she tells me, tapping her fingers on the countertop and looking at the wedge of lime on her napkin like she isn't quite sure what to do with it. “I had some … family obligations to deal with.” She tries to smile, but I can see that whatever happened today has really f*cked her up. I knit my brows and sprinkle some salt on my hand, down my tequila and bite the lime. Amy watches me carefully, and I can tell from her face that she has no idea what she's doing here. Somethin' about her expression says she didn't come all the way down to this shitty bar just to see little ol' me.

“You alright there, beautiful?” I ask as yet another group of people enters the bar. It was nearly empty in here and now the place is friggin' packed. I try to block out all the chatter, so I can focus on Amy, and nearly jump out of my skin when a hand falls onto my arm. Shit. What now? I turn around slowly, trying to push back the irritation that's curling my lips. Can't seem to help it though; there's something about Amy that makes me want to take her all in. Distractions be damned.

“Hey.” It's Mireya. She steps forward and blocks my view of Amy with her dark eyes and cherry red lips. It's an interesting contrast for sure. The two women couldn't be anymore different and while they're both beautiful, I find that my gaze is drawn right back around Sawyer and onto Cross again. “Everything go okay today?” she asks as I nod my chin at Amy. I don't answer her question. First off, she's being a rude bitch (not unusual) and second, I sure as shit don't want to talk about what happened with Diamond today.