Page 13 of Boarded Hearts

The eyes I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I first saw them, fixing me frozen on the spot. He’s joined by one of his teammates, by the looks of him. I can’t look away, and neither do I want to; he’s a sight to behold. Trying to act relaxed, I casually cross my legs over at the knee, and I don’t miss the way Jon’s eyes travel as my dress rides slightly higher up my thigh.

“Oh, holy hell. He’s bringing Jensen Jones with him too,” Kate squeaks out.

But just as they get a few steps away, he and his friend are stopped in their tracks as a stunning brunette jumps out in front of Jon. She wastes no time in bringing him into a hug, her perfectly round tits pressing against his chest.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Kate drawls, and I can practically feel her eye roll without even looking at her face.

The girl wrapped around Jon is scintillating, just like the photos I saw on social media. Long legs, tiny model-like frame, and perfectly silky straight hair stopping just above her pert, round ass. I haven’t seen her face, but I’m willing to bet that’s not bad either. The fact that a girl like this is hanging off him, like he's her last meal, does not shock me in the slightest, and it’s likely they’ve been well acquainted with each other before. Am I being incredibly judgy? Yes. But I can’t stop the slither of jealousy from rising within me, and I don’t like that I’m feeling it. What does surprise me, however, is that despite Jon’s new accessory, he hasn’t looked at her once. She’s clearly doing her best to divert his attention, but her valiant efforts are falling more than flat. It’s kind of embarrassing, to be honest.

I decide I’ve had enough and turn back around to Kate, who arches an unimpressed brow at me.“C’est la vie,” I say and wave a hand in the air before standing up from my stool and grabbing my jacket. “I need another drink, in another bar.”

Kate nods, understanding completely why I want to get out of here, but before I can pull on my coat, it's whipped from my hands, and an imposing figure comes to sit on the empty stool next to me.

“Why are you leaving? I was on my way to say hi.”

Jon towers over me and leans forward on the table, bringing his eye level a little closer to mine as he fixes me with a stern yet playful glare. “I’ve been replaying in my mind the moment we’d cross paths again, and none of those scenarios winds up with you running out on me so, please, take a seat.”

What can I possibly say to that? All I can do is swallow thickly and inwardly curse myself for getting off this stool in the first place because now I must “gracefully” lift myself back on it. After a moment and once safely seated, I take a steadying breath and fight back the outbreak of butterflies unleashed in my stomach.

“Actually, I was going to get another drink.” Sort of true, just from a different bar.

Jon smiles at my response, although I know he doesn’t buy it. “Cosmo, right?”

I blink. “Uh, yeah.”

He turns to look at the heaving bodies all lined up vying for space at the bar. “I’ve got it.”

I press my lips together; he can’t wait in that crazy line for me. “Oh no, it's fine; there’s no need to queue up for me.”

But he simply lifts his arm, empty Cosmo glass in hand, and tips his chin toward a man standing at the other end of the room. In response, the man nods his head and makes his way over to the barman. With a small smirk tracing his lips, Jon turns back to me. “No problem, Angel.”

Angel?

I fight to maintain my composure. “Thank you, but I was going to get one for my friend too.” I look across the table to find Jensen, returning with a beer for himself and you guessed it, a cocktail for Kate. Smooth.

“So, tell me, what’s a British lady like you doing in Seattle?”

I quirk a brow. “I live here.”

Jon seems pleased with my response. “I see, and have you been over here long?”

“No, well, sort of. I moved to Seattle just over a year and a half ago, and it was going to be a temporary thing, but I’ve since decided to stay.”

That smirk instantly grows wider. “Wow, you work fast.”

I throw him a puzzled look.

“I mean, we’ve barely spoken beyond sharing a few heated glances, and you’re already applying for permanent residence.”

I can’t help it; I blow out a hard laugh. “Nice try, but I work at Preston & Preston in town, and they offered me a green card to stay and work for them.”

I’ve got to hand it to him though, he sees an opportunity and goes for it. Watching me chuckle, his smile now meets his eyes, and I can confirm, it's award-winning. At that moment, a Cosmo is placed in front of me, along with a beer for Jon, and I reach for my purse, but he’s already beaten me to it.

“Put it on my tab, please.”

“No problem, Mr. Morgan.”

I’m guessing this is the owner by the suit he’s wearing and the authoritative way he’s been moving around the bar.

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