Page 151 of The Moment We Know

“Sure thing.”

“How much have you had to drink?” David asked, when she directed her attention back to him. He sounded concerned about her alcohol intake, which should’ve been nice, but launched her into dragon mode because she needed another drink because of him.

“Not nearly enough.”

“Paige—”

“Three drinks,” she told him, then held up her empty glass and amended it to, “No, four, counting this one, compliments of …”

“Compliments of … who?”

“Never mind.”

“Did someone buy you a drink?”

“No.”

“Look, I know you’re pissed at me, but don’t lie to me.” At her pointed expression, he added dryly, “I know that’s a hypocritical thing to say, but I’m saying it anyway.”

“Fine,” she relented, mainly because she knew the answer would aggravate him, which she saw as a win at the moment. “The bass player bought me a drink.”

He tilted his head. “The bass player?”

Paige nodded, cutting away from David to give Evan a forced smile as he exchanged her new drink for the empty glass. “He’s in the band playing in the bar tonight.”

“Uh huh. And he bought you a drink?”

“Yes. And the drummer bought Jules one—”

“I don’t give a shit if the drummer bought Jules a drink. I’m not in a relationship with Jules.”

“Well, apparently you haven’t been in one with me, either, for the past ten days.”

“That isn’t funny.”

She took a drink, savoring the burn of alcohol. “I know. I wasn’t trying to be.”

David no longer looked worn out—he now looked agitated. “So tell me about the bass player who’s buying you drinks.”

“Well, he’s a nice guy, according to the bartender, and pretty good looking.” She paused as David frowned, clearly not happy to receive that information. “And, he only bought me one drink, which I had the bartender tell him I couldn’t accept, but the nice bass player—who was disappointed and hoped I’d change my mind—told me to keep the drink anyway, so I did. And I have to say, I’m glad I did, since it’s coming in handy during this shitty conversation with you.” She brought her phone in for a close-up. “Speaking of which, I don’t want to talk to you anymore tonight.” Then, because apparently four drinks made her a little salty, she added, “Because right now, I don’t know how to be with you.”

David’s expression took on the darkness of a thundercloud, but before he could respond, Paige disconnected the call, put her phone on silent mode, then stuck it in her purse.

Chapter 61

A few minutes later, as the band was heading back to the stage again, Jules sat down next to Paige.

“How did it go with the drummer?” Paige asked. “Was he everything you’d hoped?”

Jules smirked. “Well, that remains to be seen. But I got his number, so hopefully I can find out soon.”

Paige tilted her head. “Whatever happened with that guy from the restaurant?”

“You mean Malcom Hodge? Nothing. I never called him.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because I didn’t think it would go anywhere.”

---