“Carly, yeah, maybe that was it.”
Polo shirt put his hand on Asher’s shoulder and squeezed his fingers a little too tightly and familiarly as he once again tried to position himself between the blonde and Asher. “Hey man, we were in the middle of something.”
Asher’s patience with this weasel was running thin. Thankfully he saw Logan and the rookie walking in his direction. Dorsey gave him a nod and Asher removed polo shirt’s hand from his shoulder and gripped his wrist tightly.
“Don’t drink that.” Asher took the martini glass out of the girl’s hand and gave it to the rookie. They need to test it.
“Hey man, can we have a talk real quick?” Logan asked as he gripped the man’s shoulder.
“No. What the fuck?” The guy pulled his arm away and when he did, two pills slipped from his hand. Polo tried to step on them but Asher was quicker and bent down to pick them up.
Within a few seconds Dorsey had taken the man outside followed by Simpson who was carrying the drink.
“Sorry about that. Enjoy your night.” Asher said to the woman who looked shell shocked and confused.
Two other girls rushed to the blonde’s side asking what was going on. Asher wondered where her friends had been when she was getting her drink spiked. He immediately realized that it wasn’t their responsibility to make sure that their friend wasn’t drugged. He only had that thought because it scared him to think about Blake, or Jenna being in that situation.
Or ponytail,he thought to himself.
He had no idea why a woman he’d only known existed for two days was popping into his mind with his ex-wife and daughter. He didn’t like it. Not at all.
