(Sean's POV)
My jaw tightens.
She hasn't been coming home. She hasn't called Jack in almost a week. She slapped Hannah in the company, left without apologizing, and — is now sitting in a bar with three men who look like they were ordered from a catalog.
She looks like she's having the time of her life.
I stand.
"Sean—" Hannah reaches for my arm.
"Stay here."
I walk across the bar. Weave between tables and stop in front of Rebecca's booth.
She sees me before I speak. Her eyes lift over the rim of her glass. She doesn't flinch. Doesn't sit up. Doesn't pull away from the man behind her.
She just looks at me.
I reach down and take the glass out of her hand.
"What are you doing here?"
Rebecca looks at her empty hand. Then at me. Then at the glass.
"Same thing you are," she says.
"
