I messed it all up in a matter of seconds. Turning my head towards the voice and seeing recognition flare in his mahogany eyes.
I'd gotten used to ignoring the names I was once called, but the chance, however slim that it could be Tom or Jared or even Charlie speaking, had me look. Love made me stupid, careless and that meant consequences.
And my gut sank as Pierre's smile widened in a downright grin. He barked a laugh and snatched my hand, pressing the palm flat against the counter removing any thought of a discreet escape. "We should talk." He said, still smiling, waving a hand at the bartender to keep him away, Pierre threw back his drink all the while shaking his head and chuckling.
Stepping into me, his other hand wound around my waist. Leaning into me, he said, "My night just keep
