With his he-man, tough guy, macho man antics, he had bought himself an undefined period of the Ava Barlow Silent Treatment. I jerked my head back, gave him a glare and crossed my arms on my chest. His hand curled around my neck, he twisted me toward his body and his mouth came to my ear.
Luke, who was lounging next to me in one of the lovely, little, linen covered chairs had his arm draped on the back of mine. I sucked back the last of my champagne, slammed the glass on the table, turned my head and shouted, “Waiter! Fill ‘er up!” Vance wearing his shit-eating grin, Jules’s eyes wide. “We’ll be back,” I heard Luke say to someone then he walked through the door and I saw he was talking to Vance and Jules who were both watching us go. I decided, in that moment, I was going to kill Luke. “You the man!” Sniff shouted at us and there were a few low laughs.
Too late, we hit the open area, people were chatting, laughing, glasses were clinking.Īs Luke walked through, the chatting, laughing and clinking glasses stopped and I looked around from my position hanging over Luke’s back, my hands at this waist, my head lifted up and I saw everyone stare.
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