Present
Sheridan
I show up at Fight Club in a short red corduroy mini skirt and a silky black blouse that leaves one shoulder bare.
Jared’s at the front door and he moves to bodily block my entrance. “Oh no. No way I’m letting you in there tonight.”
Just as I thought—something’s going on.
“Why not?” I try to skirt around him, but he shifts to block me again. I put my hands on my hips.
“Nope. Trey does not need you distracting him. Sorry, Sheridan. Come back another night.”
I lift my chin. “I’m going in there. Trey’s a big boy, he doesn’t need you to protect him from me.”
Jared fights a smile. “Yeah, I think he does. And I have money riding on Trey tonight, so I’m really protecting my own interests here.”
I go still. “Trey’s fighting?”
Jared closes his eyes, turns and smacks his h
