Jett
“Where the hell have you been?” Bats voice was loud across the bar. Several pairs of eyes swivelled towards him as he stood haloed by sunlight that poured on behind him.
I lifted my glass to my lips as if that was answer enough.
Fuck him.
Fuck them all.
“Jett.”
“Drinking here, taking to …” I shrugged , I couldn’t remember the girls name who was perched between my knees. Blonde hair in. A pony tail.
And if I drank enough. If I squinted just right I could pretend she was Harper.
I took another drink.
Bats eyes slammed down. “People were worried, where have you been? It’s been four days since anyone saw you.”
Four days? Was that it?
Seemed like a million years since I had watched my mate wrap her arms around her fiancés neck and offer her face up to be kissed. Like nothing had
