Page 2 of Jolt's Vengeance

But tonight, I'm after something different.

Something based on raw chemistry, even if it's just for a few hours.

The bartender slides me another shot, and I knock it back, relishing the burn.

As I set the glass down, a flash of blonde catches my eye.

For a split second, my heart stutters.

But no, it's not her.

Just another college girl looking for a thrill.

I run a hand through my hair, pushing away thoughts of the past.

Tonight isn't about old ghosts or about my complicated history.

It's about living in the moment, finding a warm body to lose myself in for a while.

"What, you forget to order me one?" she asks, her Scottish accent as unexpected as it is intriguing.

I turn to find an ashy blonde with red roots, who has the brightest emerald green eyes giving me a once-over.

I pause, shot glass halfway to my lips, and take a moment to really look at her.

There's something oddly familiar about her face, the tilt of her chin, the arch of her brow.

But I shake it off.

There’s no way I'd forget a woman like this.

"My mistake," I say, lowering my glass. "Let me fix that real quick." I catch the bartender's eye. "Three more shots of Jameson, please."

The woman's eyebrow arches higher, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Three? Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we?"

I can't help but chuckle at her sass.

It's refreshing, especially in a place like this where most women are falling over themselves to impress. "Just being prepared," I tell her with a wink. "Never know how the night might go."

As the bartender lines up our shots, I find myself studying her again.

That nagging sense of familiarity is still there, but I push it aside.

It doesn't matter who she reminds me of.

What matters is the here and now, and right now, I'm intrigued.

"So," I say, picking up one of the shots. "You always hit on strangers at bars, or am I just lucky?"

She laughs, a rich, throaty sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she teases, reaching for her own shot.

As we clink glasses, I can't help but think this night just got a whole lot more interesting.

This woman's got fire, and I'm all for it. "Darlin', I'm sure you'll be standing here to have another shot with me before the night's over."

She throws her head back, laughing.

The sound is like music, rich and intoxicating. "Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?"

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