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The man looked at him, then at Celine, and nodded.

“Sure thing, man,” the man said as he slid over.

“I appreciate it.” Killian held onto Celine’s hand as she sat down on the stool, then Killian waved over a bartender.

“What can I get you?”

“Whatever’s on tap for me, a White Russian for my date, and give this man a drink on me, thanks.”

The man looked at Killian. “I appreciate that, but you didn’t have to do that.” He grinned. “But I will not turn it down.” He put his hand out to Killian, and they shook.

The band was good and loud. Celine sipped her drink and glanced around the bar. As usual, the place was packed. She smiled as she watched people dancing, then she thought she saw Blaine. She craned her neck to see if she actually saw him. When she spotted him, she was afraid she was going to be physically sick.

“Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Killian said.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. What is it?”

“It’s nothing. I thought I saw someone, but I was wrong.” She smiled but couldn’t look at Killian.

When he didn’t say anything, she looked at him to see him staring at her.

“Celine don’t lie to me. I’ll tolerate a lot of things, but not lying.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry. Seriously, it wasnothing.”

“Okay.”

She leaned over and kissed his lips. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, cowboy.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be right here.”

Celine hopped off the barstool, made her way through the crowd, and entered the restroom. She stared into the mirror at her reflection. Damn it. Blaine was toying with her now.

She ran cold water over a paper towel and dabbed her face and neck with it. She had to calm down. What she really needed to do was get Killian and get the hell out of here before Blaine made a scene.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, stepped into the hallway and gasped when she saw Blaine leaning against the opposite wall.

“Blaine, please leave me alone.”

“I don’t want to do that. I want you to come home with me.” His clenched jaw told her he was angry.

“I will not go home with you,” she said through clenched teeth. “Get it through your fucking head, we are done.”

When she tried to walk past him, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“We can work this out.”

“No, we cannot. Get your damn hand off me.”

Blaine pulled her closer.

“I think she said to get your damn hand off her.”

Celine closed her eyes and mentally groaned when she heard Killian’s voice and looked at him to see him staring at Blaine.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business, buddy.”

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