Page 36 of Renegade

Well, Charlotte was definitely going to get angry fucked first. If she wanted soft and sweet, then her ass should’ve been down here ten minutes ago.

What had she gone to her room to do?Shower and start from scratch?Fuck. I’d be sitting down here alone for the next hour and a half if that was the case.

The bartender slid my shot across the bar to me and I downed it almost immediately.

You know—who the fuck did Grey think he was? He threatened a peace officer. If I wasn’t such a nice guy, I’d come at him and his fucking club with the entire arm of the law on my side.

I didn’t owe him shit.

Patrick’s face immediately popped into my mind. “Ah, Christ,” I held up the shot glass in my hand, “Another, please. Fuck it. Just bring me the whole bottle.”

What happened with Patrick had been an accident. I wasn’t some cold-blooded killer. I massaged my temple and stared down at the bar top. I’d just been a kid—a stupid kid who made a stupid decision to defend himself.

My mom had stitched up my leg as best she could, but I still had a wicked scar that was reminder enough of how immature I’d been back then. I didn’t need Grey popping in to do the same.

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice whispered in my ear and I turned, with a smile on my face.

“You’re—not who I was expecting.”

The blonde giggled and sat down on the stool next to mine. It was the same woman who’d accosted me at the wedding. What had Charlotte called her? Oh right, Sandra.Sandra, the seven, who wanted to be fucked.

“Sorry to disappoint, but she’s not coming.” The grin was still fixed on her face, even as mine faded.

She wasn’t coming?

I tried to look like the news didn’t bother me. “What happened? Beauty problems? She meet someone else in the elevator?”

She shook her head. “She’s having a little trouble holding her beer.” Just in case I had any misconceptions on what that meant, she then pantomimed vomiting all over the bar top.

Jesus.

“Do you think I should check on her? Get her some club soda or something?”

Who the fuck was this guy?I didn’t go check on drunk chicks. I left that mess for someone else to clean up.

Sandra smiled, but it looked more like a sneer, to be honest. “She’s fine. I helped her into bed. She’ll be right as rain in the morning.”

I tried to think of how many beers she’d had. It couldn’t have been more than two. Hell, maybe she’d loaded up at the reception and I didn’t see it. “Okay then. Well, Sandra, lovely to see you again. I’m just gonna head back up to my room now.”

Her hand landed on my thigh and slid up. “Wait. Just because she’s indisposed doesn’t mean you have to go to bed alone.”

I let the liquor and her words sink in. If I went back to my room alone, then I was basically telling Grey that he was right. She wasn’t my first choice. Hell, she wasn’t even my tenth choice, but it was late and the odds of finding someone else were slim.

I poured another shot from the bottle. “Fine. Let’s go. It’s just straight fucking and then I want you out of my room when we’re done. Think you can handle that?”

Sandra leaned down and nipped my ear lobe with her teeth. “I like it rough.”

I gave one parting glance to the bar; hoping that Charlotte had miraculously recovered and shown up, but it was the same people as before.

The back table was a group of middle-aged golfers. Next to them was the sports fanatic and his long-suffering wife, who’d been glued to her phone the entire time I’d been down here. I bet she was on Pinterest. She seemed like the type.

There were a couple of tables that must’ve come from David and Elizabeth’s reception, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Plus, they’d paired off into couples and I wasn’t looking for a fight tonight.

Looked like it was just me and my solidly seven Sandra for the evening.

Sometimes, luck’s a bitch.

The knocking sound grew louder and I groaned before tossing the pillow over my head. It was like they were using a fucking jackhammer on the door.

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