CHAPTER NINE
“Ah, hell,” Ruger grumbled.
Keeping his back to the bar, he tracked her progress to the exit.
“What did you do?” Blaser asked, coming up behind his brother on his own side of the bar.
“I took it too far.”
“Yeah, I guessed that. I’ve never seen a woman run away from you so fast. She didn’t finish her drink.”
He could be ballsy, but usually got away with his banter because he kept it light-hearted. He never went as far as to say anything personal or malicious that might upset a person, yet he’d done it with Layla.
“You better go after her,” Blaser said.
Ruger didn’t need Blaser to say it. Leaving his stool, he headed for the door and out onto the street. Hurrying to the edge of the sidewalk, Ruger looked one way and then another. Halfway along the block he saw her stridi
