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“Which barfly are you staring
at?”
“None.”
“The witness is becoming
hostile. I believe I should press the point,” Tara added.
Eva faced her sister and
muttered, “Bitch.”
“Later,” Shai said. “I’ve
been thinking about what was said earlier.”
Eva glanced over at her,
eyebrows up in silent question.
“You know, about you not
getting any cock.”
She covered her eyes. “This
is the problem—well, one of the problems—with having a
professor and an ADA as siblings, you two are used to having
to yell. There is something called an inside voice. You
know, where you talk quieter, so the entire bar doesn’t
learn about me not having sex lately?”
“Because that was stated so
eloquently and with your inside voice.” Shai’s tone dripped
with humor.
Lord, could the floor just
swallow me up? She met the amber gaze of the man across
the way.
From the way his bow-shaped
lips had kicked up, he’d overheard the embarrassing
exchange. He raised his beer in her direction.
“Focus, please.”
Professor tone. That’s what
Eva called it. She’d heard Shai use it numerous times in her
classes and it never failed to silence the noise even in an
auditorium. However, her sibling had a way with people and
could easily get them to listen to her. It was a gift.
“I need a refill for this,”
Eva groused, waving for another pink-grapefruit margarita.
“Especially since the last bit wasn’t enjoyed as it exited
my nose.”
Her sisters exchanged a look
and she realized they’d already discussed this and were
springing it on her, tag-team style. As they waited, however
impatiently, she allowed her gaze to drift back across to
where Amber Eyes stood talking with three other men, also
good-looking, but none of them rang the bell of recognition
for her. His eyes flickered in her direction more than once
and she again scrambled to recall where she’d seen him
before. He wasn’t a random hookup, she didn’t do those, but
from the way he watched her, there had to be something she
was missing. |
