Dakota’s P.O.V.
Well, this night has been entertaining. The band played great. It’s normal for us. But Shea’s friend is, well, to say something nice, something else. She was trying to get my attention the entire night, which was distracting. She’s a good-looking girl, but not what I’m looking for, I guess. Plus, guys were vying for her attention, and I didn’t want that crap. I’m surprised Shea has never told me of her.
Shea didn’t look pleased when she was flirting with me earlier. I was not digging it either. She was trying too hard. I let her talk, not saying much but enough to be polite. I was hoping she left before we finished up tonight, but I wasn’t that lucky. She was still here even after we packed everything. She cornered me when I came back into the bar.
“What do you say to us
