Page 105 of Lies Like Love

“This is Fel.” He holds up my hand.

“Interesting. Jude with a girlfriend.”

I’m not sure what to make of her comment. Or the fact that he doesn’t argue with her when she calls me his girlfriend. Instead, he tugs me along to follow her to the bar.

“You’re here for Blaze, right?” Candy reaches for a bottle off the shelf behind her and pours a drink, sliding it in his direction. “I think he mentioned you coming by.”

Jude nods, sliding the shot to me. “I’m driving.”

A wild, high-pitched laugh bursts out of her like she can’t believe what he just said. “Alrighty then.”

“I need you to do me a favor.” He guides me onto one of the stools, before leaning across the bar and pinning Candy with his stare. “Keep an eye on Fel real quick while I chat with Blaze.”

“Wait, what?” I spin on the stool to face him.

I didn’t come all this way for him to put me in the corner and make me wait. Especially not with some girl who looks at Jude like she’s waiting to sit on his dick again.

“Felicity,” he warns.

“Don’tFelicityme.” I grab his arm and force his body to turn toward mine. “Why did you even bring me with you?”

Candy steps back and pretends to be drying glasses, but I can tell from the gleam in her eyes she’s listening.

“Because I wanted to spend time with you.”

“By leaving me at the bar?”

“By bringing you with me to the bar.” He sighs, standing up tall and holding my arms at my sides as he towers over me. “I’ll be quick. Just trust me.”

“Trust.” I can’t help but let out an unamused chuckle. “You sure use that word a lot.”

He frowns but doesn’t bother acknowledging the fact that I’m right. Leaning down, he kisses me on the top of the head and then walks away, meeting up with some blonde chick with giant breasts, who leads him out the back.

Wonderful.

I turn on my stool and grab the whiskey Jude abandoned, taking a large drink of it, even if it burns.

“So, you and Jude.” Candy props her elbows on the bar in front of me, not taking the hint that I’m pissed off, and she’s the last person I want to talk to.

I tip my glass up at her, not really confirming or denying because I still don’t know exactly whatme and Judeare.

Bringing the glass to my lips again, I drain the rest of the liquid and set it back on the counter.

My head is swimming, but at least it takes the edge off my irritation.

“What about us?” I ask, the whiskey already making my defenses slippery.

“It’s just, I’ve never seen Jude with a chick.” She leans against the counter, focusing past me like she’s trying to picture it. “I mean not like this.”

She meansmore than him just fucking them, which is not something I want to think about.

“We’ve known each other for a long time.”

I’m not sure why I’m entertaining this conversation considering my mood, but the more the whiskey settles, I’m loosening up.

“All right.” Candy scans the room once more and frowns when she sees guys getting rowdy in the corner. Rolling her shoulders back, she snaps upright. “Calm the fuck down or take it outside.”

Her sharp pitch makes me jump, and I realize this tiny girl with bright pink eyeliner is actually kind of scary. The guys must agree because they instantly settle. And even if I don’t like her friendliness with Jude, I admire her confidence.

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