The Fire Between Us -II
The bar was a haze of cigarette smoke and low music. I slid into a booth in the corner, a glass of whiskey placed in front of me. I tried to focus on the amber liquid, on the burn as it slid down my throat, but my mind was elsewhere—on Isabella. On her smile. On the effortless way she laughed.
Ethan eventually joined me, leaning back with a smirk. “You’re not looking so good, man. What’s eating you?”
I grunted, not trusting my voice to remain steady. “I’m fine.”
“Come on,” he pressed. “You’ve been acting like a jealous schoolboy. Spill it.”
I clenched my jaw. “Nothing.”
Ethan leaned back against the booth, watching me with barely concealed amusement. "You look like you want to kill someone."
I grunted, downing my drink.
He smirked. "Let me guess. Has somethi
