Page 7 of Same Rogue
“Anything else?” he clipped out, standing.
He hated the somber worry in Liam’s eyes as his Alpha pursed his lips and shook his head. “I guess that’s it.”
“Cool. Have a good night.” He headed for the door, but Liam said, “Bridger?”
“What?” he gritted out, turning in the doorway.
“We’re all here for you, man.”
Bridger felt like flipping him off, but he couldn’t explain those feelings lately. Everyone made him angry. Everything annoyed him. Liam meant well, so why did Bridger want todisrespect and hurt him? He had no explanation. So instead, he forced himself to nod and mumble, “Thanks,” even though he wasn’t thankful at all.
What did that guy mean he was heading to the bar to see Kit? He opened up The Mark’s page again and clicked on the guys profile. His handle was ChaseThisD. Probably his first name was Chase, and the rest of his dumb name came from his own stupid imagination. Chase looked like a fuckboy. A short scroll exposed three different girls on his arm. Bridger backed out of his page and went to The Mark’s page again and read two new comments about the new “Hot Bartender.”
Another growl rattled his throat. Okay, so he hadn’t felt possessive in forever, and this was an old familiar feeling from his wolf. Maybe he was going crazy. Sometimes that happened when wolves lost their mates. They stayed alone forever and eventually went insane from the heartbreak. He’d gone absolutely berserk in the years after he’d lost Amelia, but that was a secret life he kept from the Rogue Pack. They didn’t need to know what a monster he really was.
He’d had a good run, he supposed. It had been ten years since Amelia had died. Fuck, it felt like she’d died a hundred years ago. Every day dragged on and on.
He went back to Kit’s matchmaking page, and clicked her other social media links, but they were all set to private. Probably smart. She was gorgeous. At least, for a tattooed, sassy looking, rebellious single woman. If one was into that kind of woman. She looked better in person than she looked in her pictures, and that was saying something. She looked hot in all her pictures. She looked like a wild ride. She looked dark, sultry, sexy, and dangerous.
He recalled her fringe covered purse and her little ankle booties. Legs for days. He wished he’d paid attention to hertattoos more. Why had she done that to her body? He had questions.
No. No questions. She was heading back to Alabama. Maybe. Apparently, she’d gone straight to work at The Mark.
His phone dinged with a text, and he checked it. His banking app was letting him know that two hundred dollars had been sent to him from a Nakita Rothchild.
He stopped walking and stared at it.
Wait.
She was working right now behind that bar, and she was sending him money she made as she made it.
Oooh, he knew what kind of woman she was. She didn’t want help. She didn’t like feeling like she owed people.
He liked that. He was the same way.
He nodded, impressed.
What had that fucker, ChaseThisD meant he was going up just to talk to her?
He texted the number she’d given him to send her money.I got your money. I appreciate it. Just checking in. You okay? This is Bridger. The real Bridger.Send.
She was working and probably wouldn’t respond until after her shift was over. He made it almost all the way back to his house before his phone vibrated with a text. All it said was,Someone once told me I should ask for a video to avoid getting catfished. So…prove it.
A smile confiscated his face, and he lifted his phone up and took a video. “Hey look, she learns. It’s really me. Just got done with a Pack meeting. My Alpha lit their asses up. The fakes won’t contact you anymore. Now you. Are you really Kit?” He knew he was fishing for a video from her but fuck it. This was fun and it had been a long time since he had any of that.
The dots lit up the screen that said she was typing, and he settled onto one of his porch chairs, distracted as hell and not wanting to go back inside quite yet.
A video came through, and he opened it and pushed play. It was a selfie video of her behind the bar. God, her tits looked awesome from this angle. She was smiling slightly and panned around her. “I’m surviving a bad day with a little fun. The crowd in here is immaculate. Y’all, say hi to Bridger,” she said.
A bunch of customers said in unison, “Hi, Bridger!”
A strange sound escaped him, and he realized it was a laugh. A real laugh. Not just a chuckle. A laugh.
It died in his throat when he saw ChaseThisD in the crowd though. He already had a drink sitting on the bar top in front of him, and his eyes were trained on Kit’s tits. The growl was back in Bridger’s chest.
He cracked his knuckles, then put a heart on the video.You look good.Send.
Hmm. I don’t believe you. I’m not a blond, and I have too many tattoos, and I look like an ex-stripper. I’ll send you more money at the end of the night. I’m raking in the dough here. Too bad I’m not staying. I might’ve liked it in Coeur d’Alene. Goodnight, Real Bridger.
