CHAPTER 9
MIAAs soon as I made eye contact with him, I pulled my gaze away, my heart pounding against my chest.
God, I hated this. What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling this way about my best friend’s dad when I was sitting next to Mason, my boyfriend who had done everything for me? Why was I … jealous?
The woman stood up, leaving her purse on the bar next to him, and walked toward the restroom. When she disappeared, he glanced back at me, and I looked away. Maybe I felt jealous because unlike me, she was at least getting some attention from a man.
The slutty bartender—yes, I’d decided she was slutty—placed a glass of wine on the bar in front of me.
Mason looked over, scowling. “What’s this?” he asked her. “She didn’t order wine.”
“Compliments of the gentleman over there.”
Mason
