“You’re so mean.” Charlotte needles me in the side, and I laugh.
“Okay, fine. I’m just messing with you, but in all seriousness, what’s your type, Damon?” I ask, scanning the crowd. Several girls in a group are glancing this way and I take note of each of them. “We have a redhead with a great smile, a long-legged brunette, the short blonde . . .” I trail off as my gaze filters through the crowd. “There’s a dark and mysterious chick by the bar, one with blue hair and a lot of face piercings . . .”
“Just because I choose not to date or complicate my life with women, doesn’t mean I need your help,” he growls, but the moment the words leave his mouth, he freezes.
His gaze locks on something in the distance while his nostrils flare.
I snap my fingers in front of his face to get his attention, but he doesn’t so much as flinch. Gale-force winds couldn’t pull him from whatever he’s staring at.
Turning, I follow the trajectory of his gaze, past a group of celebrating fans, pausing on a girl in the distance. “So, that’s your schtick,” I muse. “Medium height, long blonde curls, killer body . . .”
“Move!” Damon’s voice barks at my back, and I turn to see him scrambling to get out of his seat. Grabbing his jacket, he practically mows West down in the process.
“Wait. Where are you going?” West asks.
“I’m just . . . I need to step out for a second.” His words are rushed, his expression harried as he all but falls from the booth, his eyes wide like a wild caged animal.
We barely have time to react before he’s crossing the bar and pushing his way through the crowd. With a sigh, I jump up after him, a little perturbed to be chasing him down like I’m back on the fucking football field vying for the ball.
When I catch up to him, I clap a hand over his shoulder, and he spins around, his gaze landing on me briefly before it focuses on something in the distance, and I’d bet my life he’s looking at the blonde chick.
“Dude, what the hell? You know I was just messing with you,” I say. “Where’s the fire?”
Damon’s throat bobs, emotion flickering through his brilliant green eyes as he meets my gaze and says, “That’s my ex.”
