6
Laurel
It felt like I’d been punched in the stomach, and my throat was burning, as I watched Dillon walk out of the bar guiding a gorgeous brunette with his hand on the small of her back.
I always fooled myself into thinking it would get better, but it never failed to hurt anytime I saw Dillon with another woman. It didn’t matter if I was with someone else, or if I knew he was going to be somewhere with a date, it freaking killed each and every time.
“Would you like another, Laurel?” Shane, the bartender, asked. And not even the sexy cadence of his Australian accent eased the pain in my gut.
“Uh, yeah,” I began, tearing my eyes away from the now closed door to look at the devilishly handsome Aussie. His dirty-blonde hair had grown out quite a bit, making him look like the quintessen
