Chapter 14
Sawyer
Saturday night, and my head’s still swirling with thoughts of Zoey. Her in that damn skin-tight pair of leggings, as if she forgot how it drives me insane. Those soft, mesmerizing eyes that made me want to lose myself. And her touch... damn, it put me on the verge of dismissing my decision to stay away from her. She wants me. That wasn’t hard to figure out. Do I meet her halfway, or should I keep the promise to myself?
I’m wiping down the bar at the end of the night when Cara arrives to collect the daily earnings. “So, funeral is tomorrow and I’m yet to get my invite,” she says.
“That goes without saying, Cara. You know I’d want you to be there.”
Her brows lift and she crosses her arms, waiting.
I roll my eyes. “It would mean a lot if you came.”
“Still not a reques
