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"Maybe she slapped you because you didn't say a damn thing to her?" John shot back with a raised brow.
Beau downed the rest of his drink. "Fuck, I'm going to need another one." He stood up and went to the bar, hoping for another glimpse of Evangeline.
"Last call, buddy, what are you having?" the guy behind the bar said.
"Two shots of tequila and a Bud."
"You got it." The bartender stepped away and started pouring.
"Max, I—" someone started to say. Beau turned around, feeling his heart slam against his rib cage as his heart registered who it was before his brain had the chance.
"Shit," Evangeline finished viciously. Her eyes darted back to the bartender, Max. "I was just going to ask you to come out back for a minute. I need a second opinion on something."
"Sure, Vee," Max replied. "I'll just finish up here."
Evangeline nodded at him, then looked at Beau. Her eyes darted to his mouth for a moment before she turned around and went back the way she'd come.
"That'll be forty-two."
Beau handed over the last of his cash then did both shots before taking the beer back to the table.
"Are you ready to go after that one?" his friend asked, gesturing to the drink in Beau's hand.
Was he done with the noise and the smell of sweat and overpowering perfume? Fuck yeah, he was. Was he done with the possibility of seeing Vee again? Hell no, but grudgingly, he nodded. As he put the now empty bottle back onto the table, he glanced over his shoulder, searching for any sign of Evangeline.
But she was a ghost.
"Let's go."
They made their way to the door, and Beau couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. His eyes went to the bar, and there she was, staring at him, her expression still as unreadable as before.
"She hasn't changed," John said from beside him.
Beau sighed. "I know." He touched his cheek and Evangeline's eyes narrowed. Their gazes met and for that brief second, it was just her and him, the sheets of the bed pulled up over their heads, their naked bodies slick with sweat from their lovemaking.
"We should go," John said in a low voice.
"Yeah," he replied. "We should."
The freeway home was quiet and blissfully traffic-free after their drive in.
"Fuck." John's expletive was too loud in the quiet car. Beau looked over at him briefly, the darkness of the car only broken intermittently by the light of oncoming cars.
"Yeah," he agreed. Fuck was right. Tonight had been a total and complete mind-fuck. Seeing Evangeline? Christ.
Mind.
Blown.
"She looked good," John said.
"She looked amazing," he murmured under his breath. And she did. He thought she was beautiful before—back in college—but she was stunning now. How long had she been working there?
"You have to go back there to speak to her."
"Whoa, pump the brakes, John," Beau said. "I can't just go back there."
"Not now, obviously, but you need to go and speak to her. You need to find out why she shut you out in the first place."
