Page 120 of Crow
CHAPTER21
Three weeks later.
A crowdof young students from the community college, several unsteady on their feet, were centered around the pool tables. The din of colliding balls and clinking glasses competed with hard rock on the sound system.
Crow plunged his hands in a sink full of warm water and began washing glasses.
“Hi, can I get a drink?” a petite blonde asked in a breathy voice as she leaned over the bar, showing a generous amount of cleavage.
“Sure,” he said, drying his hands on a bar towel. “What’re you having?”
“I want something dangerous.” She licked her lips while her gaze drifted over his tattooed arms and chest, then fixed on his mouth.
“How about a Long Island iced tea?”
“Too tame.” She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.
He laughed. “All right. If you’re in a mood to get drunk off your ass, I’ll fix you an Aunt Roberta. Have you had absinthe before?”
“At college parties. What else is in it?”
“Vodka, gin, brandy, and blackberry liqueur.”
“Sounds perfect.”
As Crow poured the ingredients into a shaker with ice, he noticed a couple of women wander over to the blonde and start whispering and stealing glances at him. Before Angie, he would’ve been flirting up a storm with them, even calling Eagle over to meet the blonde, but at that moment, all he wanted was to be with his woman.
The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of screwing, long bike rides, eating out, watching movies, and profound conversations that’d sometimes lasted several hours. Crow had never felt so comfortable, happy, challenged, or so damn horny with any other woman before. Angie’s hot kisses and off-the-charts sexiness, along with her sense of humor, acceptance of his lifestyle, compassion for the underdog, and confidence, melted away the ice that had surrounded his heart since the divorce.
Crow’s life had been on autopilot until Angie came into his life and turned it upside down. And now, she was such an integral part of his world that he couldn’t imagine her not being there.How the fuck did she do it?He chuckled.
“Don’t you think the cocktail’s ready?” the blonde said.
“What?” He looked at the shaker and shook his head. “Sorry ’bout that.” He grabbed a chilled glass from the cooler and poured the drink.
“What time do you get off?”
The blonde’s friends snickered and leaned against the bar.
“Pretty late. Uh, you wanna pay by drink or run a tab?”
“A tab. So, what’s considered late?”
“Past closing. I need a credit card.”
She brought the cocktail to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes widened. “This is yummy! You did a good job.” Her gaze slid down to his crotch. “But I bet you’re good at a lot of things.”
Again, her trio of friends giggled.
The sexual innuendo hung in the air, but Crow ignored it. He ran her card through the machine and handed it back.
“Maybe I’ll be back for another one.” A slight pout formed on her lips.
Shrugging, he said, “Maybe.”
The young ladies turned around and teetered to one of the empty booths near a pool table.
“Not interested?” Brandy asked while placing a tray on the bar.
