Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2)(4)

By: K.C. Lynn


I grace him with the same wink he gave me earlier then move out from under his hand and walk away. My steps are slow and faked with confidence as I make my way back over to the bar. The air that’s been trapped inside of my lungs finally releases once I reach the counter.

“Jesus murphy. What the hell was that?” Zoey asks, fanning herself. “I thought you were going to slip him the tongue.”

“So did I,” I admit on a heavy breath.

Seconds pass before we burst into a fit of laughter.

“God, Zoey.” My hand moves to the back of my neck where I still burn from his touch. I swear the guy is some sort of magician to have that kind of effect on women.

“I told you he was hot.”

“Yeah, he’s hot. And arrogant and infuriating and—”

She raises her hand with a chuckle. “I get the point.”

Shaking my head, I try to erase the last five minutes from my mind…and body. “Get me another bottle of Bud, please. I’ll pay for it before I leave tonight.”

She quirks a brow at me but does as I ask, popping the cap.

“Thanks.” Swiping the bottle, I start back to their table. My steps falter when I see a few girls have joined them, one being Stephanie Taylor. The town bicycle and Jase’s ex. She sidles up next to him, wrapping her arms around one of his biceps. He doesn’t reciprocate but he doesn’t push her away either.

A sick feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. A feeling that should have no bearing on me whatsoever because Jase is no one to me. I can’t stand him.

So why the hell do I care?

Because I don’t like Stephanie. It’s her fault Sawyer and Jase hate each other. She made Sawyer think she and Jase had broken up when he slept with her. However, I must admit that Sawyer was stupid to mess with her in the first place. Everyone knows that girl is nothing but trouble.

Arriving at their table, I avoid eye contact and place the new beer down in front of Jase before picking up the old one. My plan is to keep moving—until the bitch speaks.

“When did you start working here?” she asks in a patronizing tone. “I thought you are a babysitter.”

I’m a preschool teacher and she knows it, but I don’t bother correcting her. Instead, I turn back around and ignore the way she clings to Jase. “My friend needs extra help tonight to make sure whores like you aren’t spreading their diseases.”

Muffled chuckles sound around the table.

Her eyes narrow in hatred. “Go back to the playground you’re always at and leave places like this for real women.”

“I’d pick those children over the likes of you any day. Their IQ is much higher and so is their class.” I start away, refusing to waste any more time on her, but what she says next has me freezing in place.

“How’s your family, Samantha? Oh wait, that’s right, they all left because they couldn’t stand you.”

I fight like hell against the pain that infiltrates my chest. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Logically, I know this, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting. She knew exactly where to hit.

“Shut the fuck up, Stephanie.”

Surprisingly, the harsh words come from Jase. A few of the other guys start in on her too, but I don’t stick around to hear it. I continue on, not wanting her to see how much her words hurt.

For the next hour, I avoid their table like the plague and hand it off to Tara. I can’t trust myself to be near that bitch. I’m not usually a violent person but for her I’d make an exception.

Spotting a few empty tables in the back that need clearing, I grab the bottle of cleaner and my dishtowel then head that way. As I’m wiping one down I sense eyes burning into my back. Looking over my shoulder, I find Jase watching me. There’s something in his gaze as he stares at me, something I’ve never seen from him before. I can’t pinpoint what it is but it’s captivating, like an invisible magnet pulling me in. I’m so caught up in it that I don’t realize I’m not alone until it’s too late.

“Hello, Samantha.”

Every muscle in my body stiffens; dread twisting my stomach at the regal voice. Straightening, I turn to find Grant. The last person on earth I want to see. I’d even take bicycle bitch over him.