And she looked damn good while doing it.
Ugh.
“It’s good to see you, Kristen,” I mumbled, stepping around her.
She didn’t respond as she stared at me, her china-blue eyes wide.
I didn’t let myself think about why she looked so shocked when she saw me as I stepped out of the office. It didn’t matter, and I refused to spend a second stressing about that.
Walking back to my office, I closed the door behind me and went to my desk, placing my mug on the coaster.
“Well,” I said out loud, resting my forehead in my hand. “None of that went as expected.”
* * *
Seeing Kristen reminded me of the first time I’d seen her. It was the last thing I really wanted to think about, but her presence brought back memories of that night, replaying them over and over in my head like some kind of twenty-four-hour humiliation network. That was the night that Brock had . . . had kind of chosen her over me.
“He’s going to get laid tonight,” the girly, sing-songy voice sang in my ear. “Probably more than once and probably with more than just one of those horny as hell chicks.”
I tensed. The flush hit my cheeks first before racing across my face and then down my throat. “No, he’s not.”
“Yes he is,” whispered an evil voice in the back of my head.
Nope. I refused to listen to that stupid voice. This weekend was different and this night wasn’t going to end in Brock’s bedroom turning into a one-night-stand train station. We were going to dinner. We were just running a little late. That’s all.
Squaring my shoulders, I looked over at Katie. Her glossy bubblegum-pink lips were turned down at the corners as she stared at the bar. I didn’t dare look further south than her face even though it felt like I was compelled by some kind of dark magic to do so. She was barely dressed. Like, all she was wearing was a bra and shorts that were tinier than the underwear I normally wore. She was on break—an early break I was guessing since it was only a little after eight.
“We’re going to be leaving soon,” I insisted, turning the bracelet on my wrist. “He just hasn’t seen those guys in a while.”
“Uh huh. Girl. Honey child. Little boo boo babe,” Katie cooed, leaning forward. And I was afraid that her boobs would suddenly spill out onto the high-top table between us. “Open your eyes and look—really look.”
Part of me didn’t want to, but I did, because I couldn’t help myself, and when I looked, I saw Brock first. I always saw him first.
He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and that was saying something, because Jax, the co-owner of Mona’s, was behind the bar, and he was stunning. And Brock was standing there with two of the hottest cops in the state—Reece and Colton Anders.
But they didn’t compare to Brock’s rugged attractiveness.
He had his hip propped against the bar, his head tipped back as he laughed at something Colton had said. Dressed in faded blue jeans and a tight black shirt that showed off the muscled forearms and defined pecs, he’d just gotten his brown hair cut again. It was cropped close on the sides and was longer on the top, standing straight up.
My gaze shifted to the left, to where a group of college-aged girls dressed for a night of partying was lingering. I wanted to think they weren’t a part of the conversation with Brock, but I would be lying to myself. Reece and Colton weren’t paying them any attention, but Brock was.
One of the girls I recognized. Her name was Kristen—Kristen Morgan. I hadn’t seen her in ages, but we’d gone to high school together. She was my age, and she was beautiful. Sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she had a body that matched her face.
Her top exposed her midriff, revealing a navel pierced with something shiny and dangling. I wanted to grab her by her curly hair and haul her ass out of the bar. She was touching Brock, touching him in a way that said she was familiar with him or she wanted to be. Her pale hand was on his arm as he turned to her, a half-smile on his lips. Kristen leaned into him, pressing her chest to his bicep. Brock was smiling at her, and it was a smile I’d seen before, many times before, but never directed at me.
My breath caught as my chest squeezed. Kristen’s hand had moved from his arm and was now on his stomach—his stomach!
“You see what I’m seeing?” Katie asked.
Squeezing my eyes closed for a moment, I swallowed the rapidly forming knot in my throat. “We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Oh, Jilly,” she murmured.
I shifted in my seat, embarrassed by her tone. I knew what she was thinking. I was foolish and naive. My heart started racing as I glanced back at the bar. Brock was paying attention to Reece and Colton once more, but Kristen . . . His arm was wrapped loosely around her tiny waist.
The twisting in my chest increased.
“I have to leave soon. Got to head back to work,” Katie was saying, and I dragged my gaze away from Brock. “I can walk you out.”
The knot returned, crawling up my throat. “That’s . . . okay,” I said hoarsely. “We’ll be leaving soon.”
We hadn’t left, though.
I wasn’t even supposed to be at Mona’s that night. Neither was Brock. If he’d done what he’d promised, so many things could’ve been different. He may’ve never crossed paths with Kristen, and perhaps our friendship would’ve remained the same over the years. Or if I had listened to Katie and left with her? Who knows what would’ve happened?
But I wouldn’t have been there, and what happened later that night could’ve happened to someone else or not at all. I’d never know, because I couldn’t go back.