Page 92 of The Fate of Us

I take a deep breath as I hold back my anger. “I needed space from you.”

“Well Noah seems to be perfectly content cozying up to me while you are gone.”

“I don’t think Noah is anywhere near you. He is pushing me to get Anna back home every day,” Liam says from behind me.

I look over my shoulder at him, not sure if he is lying or telling the truth.

“My husband is not leaving me for you.”

I lean over the bar at that and get as close to her face as possible. “He is not your husband.”

“Sure felt like it this morning as he fucked me.”

Liam pulls me back just when I am about ready to jump over the bar. “You should leave.”

“I am a paying customer. I am not leaving. In fact, I would like another merlot,” she says, finishing her glass.

Liam grabs her glass and pulls me away. “She is trying to get to you,” he says.

“I hate her.”

“Why don’t you switch with Cass.”

I glare at him.

“Just until she leaves. You can serve, she can bartend.”

“Fine,” I say as I storm off to find her. I am too old for this petty bullshit.

For the next thirty minutes I wait on tables impatiently waiting for Claire to leave. I have no idea why she is here. Maybe she found out I work here and will do whatever she can to piss me off.

I can’t help but watch her whenever I get the chance. She openly flirts with the guy next to her and it drives me wild.

I bring drinks to another table when I see Noah’s partner walk in and take a seat next to Claire. I watch them interact for almost an hour before he leaves with her.

Cass finds me and takes over for me and I head back to the bar.

“That was strange,” Liam says to me as he grabs some beers.

“What was?”

Liam wipes down the bar. “That she was here, talked a bunch of shit about fucking Noah, and then leaves with someone else.”

“That was Noah’s partner.”

Liam glances at me and stops what he’s doing. “Even more weird.”

I nod. “I don’t think he knows about her or who she is. Noah takes a while to open up to people.”

“Well baby girl this just proves my point even more.” He uses his thumb to point to the door. “If that woman was dead set on keeping Noah, she wouldn’t be going home with random men. I think she knows that Noah only has eyes for you. She is trying to get under your skin.”

“Maybe.”

Liam grabs both my shoulders and leans over so we are standing eye to eye. “Anna, I am ninety-nine percent sure that man wants to marry you. Don’t give up on him.”

I gape at Liam. Noah doesn’t want to marry me. We’ve been together for a handful of months. We just moved in together. He can’t really think I am the one. Right?

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