Jesus H. Christ. He had become a f*****g p***y.
With a disgusted breath, he started working his way around the room again.
Jules hadn’t seen him yet and she appeared to be heading back to the kitchen. Good, that would give him enough time to grab a drink at the bar and scope out a place for them to have a few minutes alone to talk.
“Whiskey. Neat.”
In seconds, the bartender slid his drink across the polished mahogany bar. Keegan took a long swallow, hoping like hell the alcohol took the jagged edge off his nerves. He felt ready to bust out of his skin.
“Hello, Keegan. I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”
Fuck.
Showtime. Plastering on what he hoped was a pleasant smile, Keegan turned. “Allison, Katherine. Nice to see you.”
The women exchanged a look then turned brilliant smiles on him
