Page 57 of Life To My Flight

I sat down hard. “No. It was his sister. She ruins everything.”

Cody snorted into his drink.

I glared at him and reached forward for the Long Island Iced Tea he ordered me, sucking hard and fast on the tastiest thing I’d had in well over twelve hours.

“Ahh,” I sighed. “That’s good.”

“Whoa,” Cody said. “Slow down there, sister. Drunk is not sexy.”

I flipped him off. Who cared if I was drunk? It’d been nearly a week and a half since I’d seen Cleo outside of work, and there he was fucking hanging out with his sister instead of me.

Now that sounded selfish...but still.

The man hadn’t even texted.

“Out of all the freaking places, how do we keep up ending up in the same damn bars? This isn’t even the one they own,” I grumbled just before taking another deep sip of my tea.

Cody leaned back into his chair. “This is the cop hangout in Shreveport. And it’s the closest bar to the hospital. It always attracts a lot of people.”

“Harrumph,” I sighed as I leaned back in the chair. “I wanted to come here and drink and forget about him for a couple of hours. Not come here and see him out when he hasn’t had the decency to call me.”

“Would you like some wine with that cheese?” Cody asked sweetly.

I blinked. “Don’t you mean would you like some cheese with that whine?”

He shook his head no. “No, I mean the cheese dip is here. Do you want wine?”

“Oh,” I said with a blush staining my cheeks. “Yes, I would, thanks.”

Wine was the answer. No matter what the question was.

I reached down for my phone to see if maybe I’d just missed a call from Cleo when I realized that I didn’t even have my phone at all.

Shit.

Had I left it at work?

I thought about it for a few seconds while Cody spoke with the server and then came to a conclusion that I’d left it in my nursing bag.

It’d been raining when I left the hospital, and I’d dropped it in my bag when I’d reached for the small umbrella I kept for the occasions that it was needed.

“Hey,” I said standing up. “I’ll be right back. I left my phone in the car.”

Cody nodded. “Do you want me to order for you?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

Cody knew what I liked. Just as I knew what he liked.

I hurried out of the room, trying my hardest not to stare at the table in the corner, but failing miserably.

He was still sitting next to his sister, his arm slung around her shoulders as they both spoke to Detective Rector and Torren.

Torren’s best feature was his hair. It was the color of black licorice, and there was just something about the way he always had it spiked up, whether he tried to make it that way or not, that I found so sexy.

He was cute, too.

Dark gray black eyes, an angular chin, dark stubbled jaw, and the cutest cleft chin that I’d ever seen.

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