long, yet slender frame. “Those two aren’t ones for being all that neighborly and you had them eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“More like shoving it down their throats.”
He chuckled and this time I saw his eyes light up with real humor. “That you did. I’m impressed.”
“Thank ya. So , why don’t you sit down and we can talk some more, or do you want to dance?” I pursed my lips, as I narrowed my eyes playfully. “Didn’t you promise to make it up to me with dancing?”
“Hey!” A guy called out, claiming both mine and Stone's attention. He weaved through a small crowd that stood by the pool tables and made his way over. As he plunked himself down in Stone’s empty chair, the stench of alcohol wafted off of him, burning my nose. The human was slap-ass drunk.
“I’m Jerry,” he held out his hand and I shook it politely before pulling away. His hand was sweaty , giving me the urge to wipe mine off on my jeans. Then I remembered they were my favorite pair and stopped.
“Hi Jerry, I’m Foxy.”
“Foxy? I like that name. Foxy name for a foxy girl,” he laughed and slapped his hand on the table, causing my beer bottle to wobble. I grabbed it before it fell and looked up at Stone. He was staring at Jerry with a blank expression on his face.
“I had to come over and say hello to Stone’s new woman,” he hiccupped. “Cassie isn’t gong to be happy, man,” he continued , not realizing Stone’s expression wasn’t so blank anymore.
“Man, when she sees you, you better watch out. Cat fight! Meow!” He threw his head back and laughed. I looked up at Stone and raised an eyebrow.
“Jerry,” Stone warned and I started to feel sorry for the drunk man. If eyeballs had lasers, Jerry would be a goner.
“So , where are you two going?” Jerry asked, ignoring Stone. Bad fucking idea in my opinion. “It looked like you were about to leave.” He listed to the side, then straightened up again. “You just got here and I haven’t had a chance to say hello. You going to the scrap later on?”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, but Stone’s face was so red, I thought he was going to have a coronary. “We were just about to dance, Jerry. Does that jukebox over there have anything worth dancing to?”
“Actually, I said if you were lu cky.” Stone’s eyes bore into mine intently, his face purple with anger. “And I’m afraid your luck has run out tonight.” I stiffened slightly as a small tingle of fear ran up my spine, though I held my smile and tilted my head in confusion. What was he talking about?
“Something’s come up,” he continued, “and I have to go. Maybe another time?” he asked, and smiled tightly, as he held his hand out to me.
I breath ed a silent sigh of relief and nodded. He was just pissed about Jerry. I placed my hand in his and stood. “Of course...”
“But, Sir,” Jerry burped and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. “Don’t you want to take her to The Pit?”
My eyes widened. “The P it?” I asked Stone, watching as his own eyes widened slightly before narrowing into tight slits. Jerry stood suddenly and took a wobbly step back. “I’m sorry, sir. I thought–”
“That’s enough, Jerry,” Stone snapped. The way he focused on the drunken man, I could see he would bring retribution down on the poor guy for opening his mouth, but I was still confused. Was The Pit what I thought it was?
“Yes, Sir,” Jerry mumbled before running off. I watched him scurry out of the bar, before turning back to Stone. “So, what is this pit Jerry was talking about?”
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Stone replied, closing his hand around my arm and gently pulling me toward s the door.
I allowed him to lead me through the door and out into the parking lot , before I dug in my heels. Stone stopped, but didn’t let go of my arm, as he looked at me curiously.
“I’m not worried about it,” I said. “But I am curious. Jerry asked if we were
“More like shoving it down their throats.”
He chuckled and this time I saw his eyes light up with real humor. “That you did. I’m impressed.”
“Thank ya. So , why don’t you sit down and we can talk some more, or do you want to dance?” I pursed my lips, as I narrowed my eyes playfully. “Didn’t you promise to make it up to me with dancing?”
“Hey!” A guy called out, claiming both mine and Stone's attention. He weaved through a small crowd that stood by the pool tables and made his way over. As he plunked himself down in Stone’s empty chair, the stench of alcohol wafted off of him, burning my nose. The human was slap-ass drunk.
“I’m Jerry,” he held out his hand and I shook it politely before pulling away. His hand was sweaty , giving me the urge to wipe mine off on my jeans. Then I remembered they were my favorite pair and stopped.
“Hi Jerry, I’m Foxy.”
“Foxy? I like that name. Foxy name for a foxy girl,” he laughed and slapped his hand on the table, causing my beer bottle to wobble. I grabbed it before it fell and looked up at Stone. He was staring at Jerry with a blank expression on his face.
“I had to come over and say hello to Stone’s new woman,” he hiccupped. “Cassie isn’t gong to be happy, man,” he continued , not realizing Stone’s expression wasn’t so blank anymore.
“Man, when she sees you, you better watch out. Cat fight! Meow!” He threw his head back and laughed. I looked up at Stone and raised an eyebrow.
“Jerry,” Stone warned and I started to feel sorry for the drunk man. If eyeballs had lasers, Jerry would be a goner.
“So , where are you two going?” Jerry asked, ignoring Stone. Bad fucking idea in my opinion. “It looked like you were about to leave.” He listed to the side, then straightened up again. “You just got here and I haven’t had a chance to say hello. You going to the scrap later on?”
I didn’t know what he was talking about, but Stone’s face was so red, I thought he was going to have a coronary. “We were just about to dance, Jerry. Does that jukebox over there have anything worth dancing to?”
“Actually, I said if you were lu cky.” Stone’s eyes bore into mine intently, his face purple with anger. “And I’m afraid your luck has run out tonight.” I stiffened slightly as a small tingle of fear ran up my spine, though I held my smile and tilted my head in confusion. What was he talking about?
“Something’s come up,” he continued, “and I have to go. Maybe another time?” he asked, and smiled tightly, as he held his hand out to me.
I breath ed a silent sigh of relief and nodded. He was just pissed about Jerry. I placed my hand in his and stood. “Of course...”
“But, Sir,” Jerry burped and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. “Don’t you want to take her to The Pit?”
My eyes widened. “The P it?” I asked Stone, watching as his own eyes widened slightly before narrowing into tight slits. Jerry stood suddenly and took a wobbly step back. “I’m sorry, sir. I thought–”
“That’s enough, Jerry,” Stone snapped. The way he focused on the drunken man, I could see he would bring retribution down on the poor guy for opening his mouth, but I was still confused. Was The Pit what I thought it was?
“Yes, Sir,” Jerry mumbled before running off. I watched him scurry out of the bar, before turning back to Stone. “So, what is this pit Jerry was talking about?”
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Stone replied, closing his hand around my arm and gently pulling me toward s the door.
I allowed him to lead me through the door and out into the parking lot , before I dug in my heels. Stone stopped, but didn’t let go of my arm, as he looked at me curiously.
“I’m not worried about it,” I said. “But I am curious. Jerry asked if we were
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