Page 41 of Undone, Love Times Three

“Where’d you go?” he shifts his body, so he is angled more towards me.

“A place I don’t want to.”

“It won’t come back on you.”

“How do you know that?”

“He’s not a friend, or even an acquaintance. And I won’t ever see the asshole again.”

The way we know what each other is thinking without using too many words intrigues me. We’re reading between the lines so easily. That’s never happened with a guy before. I hate that saying ‘he just gets me’ but right now, that is what it feels like is going on here.

He’s insinuated things might be complicated though. I check his hand again. No ring.

Daniel notices and leans back in his seat. “Divorced,” he says.

“Recently?”

“Today.”

My brow creases. Oh, now I’m not so sure I want to get into this. I’m not looking for anything serious. Definitely not. I’ve got too much on my plate without adding a relationship to the mix. Maybe this is a good thing. It means he won’t get attached.

Men are simple creatures. We can both get what we want and walk away.

“And you’re here, drowning your sorrows?” No need to make it too easy.

“More of a I’m glad it’s over with.”

He doesn’t elaborate further. I won’t ask, no matter how curious I am.

The woman in the booth jumps to her feet, screams at the man that he is an asshole, and throws a drink at him. She storms past us with tears in her eyes. He doesn’t get up to follow her, just curses as he grabs napkins to dry his face. Heisan asshole.

I signal Curtis to check on her. It’s late and the streets won’t be that busy. He hustles out of the door after saluting me.

“What was that?” Daniel asks.

When I explain, he gives me a look.

“We watch out for our customers.” My gaze goes to the dumbass who is leaving the table. He heads to the bathroom. Jeez. “Now I gotta clean that up.”

“Need a hand?”

“Thanks for the offer but I’ll manage.”

He watches me as I clean up the table and floor and gives the asshole a serious glare when he comes out and walks away with no kind of apology for the mess. I’m used to it. It’s no big deal. It’s part of life owning a bar.

Leaving Daniel to finish his drink I get a mop to clean up the sticky floor. It would have to be red wine.

“Closing time folks,” Jacob calls out.

The few remaining patrons head out at the call. Daniel is still sitting at the table when I’m done but he has put his suit jacket back on, like he’s getting ready to leave. Gathering up the cleaning things, I walk towards him.

“Wait here a second?” I ask.

“Okay,” he answers after a brief pause.

I head over to the bar and tell the others I’m good to clear up. I live above the bar so it’s not like I have to worry about gettinghome. Plenty of looks are thrown my way as they head out and see Daniel still at the table. I follow them and lock the door behind them.

Turning, I lean against the door and look across the room.

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