Raptor
I WATCHED ADRIANA and Jenna talking at the bar, and had to hide my grin. Adriana looked like she was ready to spit bullets whenever she looked at me.
“Oh, she’s pissed,” whispered Jenna, close to my ear when she returned with our beers.
Jenna and I went way back. She’d dated Slammer five years ago and we’d always gotten along. When she’d learned what had happened to her niece, she’d rushed down to Griffin’s and I’d told her everything, including what had happened between me and Adriana.
“Why?” I asked. “Because I’m still here?”
“Because, I’m making her jealous.”
“You are?”
“Yes,” she said, snuggling up to me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Are you kidding? She’s going to realize how much she wants you and believe me, you’re going to be thanking me later.”
My eyebrow
