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“Whatever, gorgeous, let’s go,” I say as I put on my three-inch black heels. At work we’re always in our white lab coats or wearing vests and tennis shoes when we’re out in the field. When we go out at night, I like to wear my high heels. Feel a little sexy.
The bar is two blocks from my apartment so it’s a quick walk. It’s a beautiful night out. I love the city at night with all the lights. I never feel in danger walking around Manhattan, but then again, I usually carry my gun. Tonight I plan on drinking so my gun stays home. O’Malley’s is used to its patrons carrying guns since most are NYPD police officers and FBI agents.
My feet stop moving on their own. What if Jett… Aiden is there? I didn’t think about that.
“Addison, what’s wrong?” Harper says as she stops walking and looks back at me.
“Um… nothing,” I say, catching up to her. “Sorry. I was making a mental note about something I need to do later.” He probably won’t be here. I mean, he’s been back for a month and I haven’t seen him out yet. Let’s hope he doesn’t decide that tonight’s the night he goes to O’Malley’s.
* * *
“Harper… Addison!” Vinnie yells as we walk into O’Malley’s. Vinnie is the bartender as well as the owner’s son. I have been coming to this bar with Harper for about six months so we have gotten to know him really well. “Get over here, my gorgeous women.”
We walk over to the bar, and he leans over giving us each a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “What’s it going to be tonight?” he asks.
“Let’s start with a lemon drop,” I reply before Harper can answer.
“Whoa, girl… really?” she questions.
I shrug. “Yeah, why not.”
“Hmm…. what is up with you today? You have been acting weird ever since you got back from dropping those files off to Damon.” She narrows her eyes at me. “You’ve been in dreamland all day and now you want to start off with shots. That is not like you… at all. Spill it.”
“Really, it’s nothing. I saw someone today who reminded me of someone from my past. It got me thinking. That’s all,” I say casually.
“Is the someone a him?” she questions. “Come on, I want juicy details. You get to hear about me all the time. It’s time I hear an Addison story.” She pouts.
She makes me think of Sydney. Syd is always telling me I’m a closed-off person, that I need to share more. I just don’t like to kiss and tell.
“Yes, it’s a him and you know I don’t like to give juicy details.” She pushes out her bottom lip. “Okay… here’s a little. He’s probably the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen. We had a short fling and some amazing sex but that was it.”
“What! Did the asshole leave you? Because if he did, he is the dumbest idiot I’ve ever heard of. When someone finally gets your attention, they better do everything in their power to keep you,” she says as her eyes widen and she puts her hand on her hip.
I laugh at her. “No, he didn’t leave me. I had to leave him. I don’t want to talk anymore about it. Please?” I sigh.
“Fine.” She huffs. “Let’s drink to our past and look forward to our future,” she says as she lifts her shot.
“I’ll drink to that.” Smiling, I lift the shot and quickly down it. Although, my future is a little uncertain right now. “Another one, Vinnie.” I need to stop thinking about tomorrow.
We drink another shot, and Harper pulls me to the dance floor. It’s not a big dance floor, but we make it work. We both love to dance, but Harper demands attention when she dances. When I dance, I don’t care who is watching. It doesn’t take long before she has the attention of several men. Harper eats it up and dances with more seductive movements. Typical Harper.
We stay on the floor for the next song. I spin around toward the bar, debating if I have enough time to run and get a drink first. The song starts, making my decision for me. I’m getting into the beat when I feel a body behind me. I can tell it’s a tall, strong, hard body. He moves fluidly with me, staying with the beat. I feel his hands grab my hips, squeezing them.
He whispers into my ear, “Please tell me I’m not fucking dreaming.” Chills break out all over my body.
Aiden.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Aiden
“WOW, O’MALLEY’S has expanded,” I say, walking into the bar. The last time I was here, it was a small hole-in-the-wall pub, but now it’s much larger.
“Yeah… I guess it happened right after you left. It’s been about ten months since O’Malley remodeled. He added a small dance floor and a couple more tables. It’s definitely become the place to go after work,” Damon replies.
We head to the bar and I see Vinnie. I haven’t seen him in forever. He pretty much runs this place. His dad owns it, but Vinnie is the one who does most of the work. The place has been on this corner for over twenty years.
“Vinnie, how the hell have you been?” I ask when he sees us.
