Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
A guy was there, rich and long black hair wound around his neck like it was a scarf, and folding down over his chest. He was big, almost as big and muscular as the bartender, but not quite. Dark eyes. Dark lips. He was dressed in pinstripe suit, with dramatic ruffles coming out of the end of his sleeves. He looked like he was in a mermaid tail, too, but was dressed like it was a giant pant, like a sleeve for his legs with matching fabric as his top. He raised a hand up, a microphone in it when suddenly a startled gasp came out of his throat.
His eyes were riveted behind us, and people began noticing, looking as well.
A couple was in the doorway, who looked so striking and matching but in total opposite ways. The beauty of them had everyone pausing in the door, for a millisecond. He was tall, lean, and powerful. Dark blond hair. Sapphire eyes. A full scowl on his face, as he took in the entire bar. There was a darkness that came off him in waves, and as if feeling it, the female next to him glanced his way, a tender slight frown on her face, and she put her palm on his chest. At the touch, he caught her hand, but kept it in place, and lifted his head, his nostrils flared like he was a lion taking a whiff of his future prey. Instead of going on a hunt, he turned his head her way and his eyes softened. The shift was remarkable to watch, but it still sent a shiver down my spine because whoever this guy was, he was dangerous in a killing sort of way.
I leaned fully back against Caden, who was also watching the couple.
Everyone was, even Shay and Kennedy had stopped kissing to notice the change in the club.
The female was still looking at her mate, and it was so obvious they were mates. Or soulmates. My heart pounded against my chest because I had that, what they had. I had that with Caden. Kennedy and Shay had that too. But this couple, it was like they were communicating without words. The beauty of her was also staggering. Dark black hair. A heart-shaped face. Slightly reddened cheeks that were high on her face, frostbitten green eyes. Her hair grazed over her shoulders, and as if both had come to a conclusion, their heads turned as one. She skimmed a glance over the bar, biting her bottom lip slightly, but the guy flashed a dark glare at the bar, as if the look itself was a command for us to look elsewhere.
And everyone obeyed.
The announcer started back in, his voice slightly trembling before he coughed and got himself under control. A deep boom came next as he gave introductions to the rest of the performing team. We learned each of the cheerleader names, along with the two performers on stilts. Another part of the show was introduced, but I was only half listening.
I was still watching the couple, who had moved to the bar. She was standing back, holding the guy’s hand as he was talking to the bartender, our same one, but all the kindness was gone from him. He was leaning forward, everything about him was rigid. He was gripping the counter as if to keep himself from launching over it, and his massive jaw was clenched so tight, I was half worried he was going to break his own teeth.
“What do you think is going on over there?”
Caden looked, drawing me back to the table.
Shay and Kennedy joined us. We weren’t the only ones watching the couple. Even the announcer kept looking over as the show continued. A new song came on, but all the performers kept watching them.
Or him.
They were nervous about him.
Shay frowned, pulling Kennedy to stand in front of him and he draped an arm around her front. She held onto him with both her hands.
Gage joined, and Shay asked him, “You know who that is?”
Gage shook his head. He propped his elbow on the table, leaned against it and stared right at the couple. “Not a clue. A lot of people come in during agate season so they could be a part of that crowd. There does seem to be something different about them, huh?”
One of the local ladies we’d been dancing with joined our group, leaned a heavy elbow in front of Gage, her body turned his way and inclined her head in. “Gum’s never got heated with anyone before. We’re thinking they’re one of his group, if you know what I mean.” She gave us all a lingering look, her head dipping down for extra emphasis. Her face was heated and sweaty.
“Who’s Gum?” I asked.
Gage asked at the same time, “Gum’s got a group?”