He smiled at Robbie and raised his hand. “See you there.”
That chick’s rack can’t be better than Carla’s. His mouth got dry at the idea of touching her. Ain’t gonna happen. Forget it.
When he walked into the bar, his gaze went straight to the counter. There she was, wearing a purple sweater cut low, hip hugging jeans, and boots. God, she looked good. Her hair hung loose. She flipped it over her shoulder as she brought her eyes to his. They locked for a moment before she lowered her lashes and returned to the task of filling a glass with beer.
Trunk moseyed over to the bar. “Hi, honey.”
“Don’t ‘hi honey’ me. Where the eff were you last night? I waited up until two for you to show.”
“I’m sorry. I crashed at Bull’s.”
“And for some reason your phone wasn’t working?” She rested her hand o
