While It Lasts (Sea Breeze #3)(50)

“Nothing. Trying to figure out what happens next.”

Mark nodded, “Yeah.”

The song changed and I had more control over my body as the tequila eased through me.

Throwing back my head I laughed and began moving my hips seductively against Mark. The interest in his eyes felt empty. Then again, I was empty. Might as well take what I could get.

“EVA!” Becca Lynn squealed as the cowboy twirled her around and sidled up next to me and Mark.

“Look at you already buzzing and dancing with Mark. I’m so proud I could just bust,” Becca cheered. “You be good to her Mark.”

“She’s in good hands,” Mark assured Becca. She giggled then threw him a wink before dancing off.

“You two still keeping in touch, then?” Mark asked “Yeah, Becca Lynn still comes around. She’s about the only friend other than Jeremy that is brave enough to visit me.”

Mark frowned and I could see the pity in his eyes. I hated the pity. Cage never looked at me with the damn pity in his eyes.

“I need another shot. Would you get it for me? Nelly is being stingy tonight with me.”

Mark’s pity vanished and he gave me an excited grin, “Yeah, sure. I’ll be right back.”

“Could you make that two?” I asked as he started toward the bar.

“Absolutely.”





Chapter Twenty-One


Cage



“Get your sorry ass up and go crook your damn finger and get us a couple hotties. I want a redhead tonight with really big tits. So damn big that they’re fake,” Preston yelled over the loud music.

“I’m just here to drink,” I replied. I’d already told him that once. I just couldn’t pretend with cheap sex. It didn’t help. It just made me more of a bastard than I already was.

“Come on man. I can wrangle up some ladies but you always get the damn cream of the crop. Especially with titties. The girls with big titties flock to you. Please go get me some big round plump tits I can bury myself in tonight.”

I liked Preston but he was getting on my nerves. I didn’t want to get him any damn tits. Did he even realize how f*cking shallow he sounded?

“I said I wasn’t here for that.”

Preston sat his beer down on the table and took the empty stool beside me. “Please, don’t tell me this is over the girl you brought in here a few weeks back. I thought you were over that. I can’t go through this shit with you too. First Marcus, now you. Hell, what happened to a variety of *? Why would anyone want to give that up?”

My phone vibrated in my pocket before I had to respond to him. I pulled it out and an unfamiliar number flashed on my screen. I pressed answer and covered my other ear so I could hear.

“Hello?”

“Cage. Hey, man this is Jeremy. Where are you?”

What the hell was Jeremy calling me for?

“In Sea Breeze, why?”

“I need a big ass favor. It’s Eva.”

I stood up and started walking for the door in long strides.

“What about Eva?”

“I’m in Louisiana and she’s gone and gotten trashed again. I just got a call from Nelly. She said Eva was dancing on the damn bar.”

“Fuuuck,” I growled and broke into a run. Digging in my pocket I found my keys and jammed them into the lock as I reached my Mustang. I wasn’t supposed to be driving but f*ck that. I had to get to her. What if someone touched her? My chest pounded frantically in my chest.

“Nelly is watching her but she said that someone needed to come get her and she hated to call Wilson. He’d be furious. Besides that he’s gone to the hunting camp to fish.”

“Call Nelly and tell her to get Eva off the bar and make sure no one lays a finger on her or she’s gonna have one helluva bar fight on her hands when I get there,” I growled.

Jeremy was quiet a second then finally said, “Okay. I will. Can I ask you something?”

NO.

“What?”

“Is she just another girl for you? Or is she different?”

I gripped the steering wheel tightly trying to control the range of emotions rolling through me.

“Eva’s always been different,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Good,” he sighed, “I’ll call Nelly.”

I slung the phone down on the passenger seat. This was my fault. If someone touched her it would be my fault. It would also be my fault when the stupid f*cker got his face pummeled.




I pulled into the parking lot of Nelly’s and had the door open before I came to a complete stop. I’d managed to make an hour drive in only thirty minutes. It was a miracle I wasn’t behind bars.

The heavy wooden door swung open and Becca Lynn came tumbling out in a pair of stilettos and hanging on the arm of a wannabe cowboy.

Her glassy eyes met mine and she gave me a drunken smirk, “Cage York whatya doin’ here?”

“Where’s Eva?”

Becca Lynn laughed and then shrugged. “Last I saw her she was dancin’ on the bar.”

I stalked past Becca Lynn and went inside. Scanning the room I searched for Eva.

“You here for Eva?” the bartender called out.

“Yeah,” I replied, walking over to her, “Where is she?”