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"It's not that easy."
"Sure it is," his friend replied, draining the rest of his beer. "If you want her, go and get her."
"But she said she couldn't do it."
"Couldn'tdo it," John said. "Notdidn't want to."
Beau suddenly got a sinking feeling. "Oh fuck."
"What?"
"She has a boyfriend," Beau said hollowly. He ran both hands through his hair. "Why else would she be so adamant that she couldn't see me again?"
"I doubt that's it," John said. "Vee's loyal. If she had a boyfriend, she wouldn't have even entertained the idea of fucking you. You know that."
John's words did little to ease the sense of panic that had risen within him. He sucked in a breath and let it out. "So what other reason is there?"
John gave him a condescending smile—anOh, you poor, dumb bastardkind of smile. "You broke her heart, Beau. You need to show her you won't just cut and run from her life again."
"I wouldn't give up my second chance."
"I know that," John replied, trying to soothe him. "But she doesn't. You need to prove yourself to her."
"She's made it clear she actually doesn't want to see me again."
John shrugged. "Too bad for her."
14
Eight hours.
That’s how long he’d spent in his car in the last forty-eight hours, driving back and forth up the I-5. He was back in West Hollywood, determined more than ever to talk some sense into Vee. Since he had no idea where she lived, he returned to the club in the hopes that he’d catch her there.
After fighting to find a parking spot, he walked the six blocks to the club, trying the door and expecting it to be locked. It wasn’t. Stepping inside, he let the thing shut behind him before venturing closer to the bar. The place looked empty until…
“Can I help you?” someone asked him. Turning, Beau saw it was the same guy from before, the same one Evangeline had asked for help.
Striding forward, Beau offered his hand to the guy. “Beau,” he said.
He jammed the tablet he was working on under his arm. “Max. What can I do for you, Beau?”
“I’m looking for Evangeline Webster.”
Max nodded. “Well, she’s not here right now. It’s just me.”
Beau found himself looking around the empty club, as if his eyes needed the same confirmation his ears had received. “Right. Do you know when she will be coming in?”
“Not for another two days.” Max put the tablet down onto the bar. “Are you a friend?”
“Yeah. We went to college together.”
“Well, I’d be happy to tell her you stopped by.”
Beau was getting dismissed and he hated it. He gritted his teeth. “Look, Max, I really need to see Vee.”
The other guy’s expression changed then, like something had just dawned on him. “You were here at the bar a few nights back. You’re the guy Evangeline slapped.”
Beau jerked his chin forward, owning it. “Yes.”
