Page 21 of Blue

The three made their way toward the booze. The VP of Odin’s Fury slapped his hand on the top of the bar just as there was a low point in “Everything We Need” by A Day to Remember.

Sarah, aka Basketball Tits, as Dash had dubbed her, jerked her head away from flirting with Cajun, who swirled a glass of amber booze near his lips.

Sauntering over, Blue’s friend eyed the trio skeptically.

“Where have you been, bitch?” Sarah asked with an arched brow.

“Working,” Blue lied as she sat on the stool beside Ginger.

Sarah’s expression clearly conveyed she didn’t believe a word Blue spoke.

“Tequila shots, six of them,” Dash ordered.

“Tequila?” Ginger balked.

He turned to his woman, hooked his finger through the thick silver necklace around her throat, and leaned down. The tip of his nose touched hers. The chemistry between them came off in waves.

A twinge throbbed in Blue’s chest. The jealousy wasn’t because of Dash. She didn’t want him. She just yearned for that feeling again. The intensity she and Mooky had shared. Doing her bestnotto stare but finding herself unable to look away, she frowned. Seeing it in others made the hole in her heart that much worse.

Why did he have to have a wife? Why hadn’t he told Blue about her? Everything could have worked out differently had she known. Maybe.

Then again, not letting her know was only half the issue. The fact his wife wouldn’t divorce him was the other half. That was a pretty big half. Add to that trips to the police station, possible domestic violence charges… Blue had actually punched the woman in the face.

No.

The sadness washed over her in waves. Each time she reminded herself why they couldn’t be together felt like a shot to the gut. One after the other. The reasons and the pain mounted. It was enough to make her sick.

She could miss what she and Mooky had, but they couldn’t be together.

Dash’s lips moved, but whatever he said was too low for Blue to hear. From Ginger’s expression, it was intimate. Blue looked away immediately. Why was she torturing herself?

She’d need more than tequila tonight. For the first time since the club merger, she wished for the days of old. In the Roughneck Riders era, they always hadsomethinglying around. Sometimes they had ecstasy, other times cocaine. All Odin’s Fury allowed was weed. She’d benefit from stronger stuff to get through the night.

Blue had nothing against the women, or couples for that matter. It’d just never been her thing. Sure, she’d experimented and kissed plenty of girls, but she’d never gone further than that. Others could do whatever. It didn’t bother her in the least. She’d just never been in the right headspace or found the correct people to be inspired enough to engage in something like that.

Two shots went down quick with lime and salt. Ginger coughed as they slammed their second glasses. Blue watched as Dash stroked his woman’s hair. Mooky used to run his fingers through Blue’s hair all the time. More sadness pulled her mouth downward.

“I gotta check in with Clark.” Dash flicked his gaze between the two of them.

Out of habit, Blue straightened her spine under his scrutinizing gaze. He had a way of looking at people that put them on edge. Was that a warning glare?

“Play nice.” He smirked and winked before kissing his woman on the forehead.

Oh, Jesus. What did he expect? Was she supposed to flirt now? Christ.

Blue never felt more awkward than she did sitting on the stool next to the woman of the man she used to fuck. She had to have done something awful in a past life to deserve this.

Her gaze shifted to Sarah, and once again, she tried to blink the Morse code signal for help. Unfortunately, her friend was far too busy laughing with the southern biker.

Bitch.

Clearing her throat, she put her big girl panties on to face this head on. There’d be no escaping this. She’d made her bed. Now she had to fuck in it.

She turned to Ginger and put on her best smile. “He could have at least made sure we had beverages before he left.”

Ginger rolled her eyes. “Club business,” she said with a groan.

Blue understood. “What do you drink?”

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