CHAPTER 1 #2
He had nearly taken everything from me. And it had only been because of our prenup and my damn good lawyer that I hadn’t lost my down payment for this place.
Riggs’ had been what my grandmother had wanted me to do before she died.
And I had almost lost everything because my ex didn’t just cheat on me, he cheated at everything else, too.
I bit back a sigh, pushing those thoughts away, and made my way back out front.
Rosie, Trudy, and Kai had handled the bar just fine, and people were crowding the dance floor. The rest of my staff was working, but it wasn’t too busy anymore. The main rush was gone. When I turned, I saw a familiar group, some dancing, some not, though not everyone was there.
I only saw Annabelle and Jacob, along with Eliza and Beckett.
Considering there were usually more of the Montgomerys, a family that I had grown close to over the past few years, I was surprised that it was only the four of them.
I walked over after Rosie waved me off from the bar.
“Riggs! I’m glad you’re here.” Annabelle beamed as she squeezed my hand. She was heavily pregnant, and I found it hilarious that she still liked to come into my place, even though she couldn’t have anything alcoholic.
“You’re looking radiant as always.”
“Be careful how you flirt with my wife,” Jacob, Annabelle’s husband, teased.
“Hey, I wouldn’t poach. I promise. I’m a good boy.”
Eliza snorted as her fiancé, Beckett Montgomery, laughed and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “You may not poach, but I’m pretty sure you like the whole bad-boy image thing,” she teased.
“Well, at least my reputation precedes me.” I took a seat next to Annabelle and put her feet on my lap. Sitting on the other side of her and currently rubbing her shoulder, Jacob rolled his eyes but didn’t seem to mind when I started rubbing her ankles.
“Oh, yes, right there,” Annabelle muttered, and I snorted.
Jacob just sighed. “Please, continue to make loud sex sounds when another man rubs your feet.”
“I will do what I have to, Jacob Queen. Don’t take away my happiness.” The teasing laughter in her voice made her big, bad husband give her a sappy grin.
“I’m just here to help the pregnant mama’s ankles. Although aren’t you due any minute now?” I asked.
Annabelle waved me off. “Stop it. Seriously.”
I shook my head and looked around. “Where’s the rest of you?” Although, it wasn’t a Montgomery I was looking for, not that I would let them know who I wanted to see.
“At home or doing their own things.” Something in Annabelle’s tone concerned me, but I didn’t say anything.
They all had their own lives, issues, and worries.
I wouldn’t bother them by asking too much unless they wanted me to know.
I’d slowly become their friend, but I was still their bartender—the pseudo-counselor who was there for a good time and maybe not a huge connection.
I frowned, wondering where that thought had come from.
“Anyway, we did bring our fifth wheel, as he likes to call himself,” Beckett teased.
Eliza slapped his shoulder. “Be nice.”
However, I couldn’t focus on them too much. Because I turned and saw the person I wanted to see.
Clay Hollings.
The man I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. The guy that I wasn’t sure the Montgomerys knew I knew as well as I did. After all, I hadn’t always been from Fort Collins. And neither had Clay.
Clay held a small tray of drinks and nearly stumbled as he looked at me.
“You know, I was going to say I should hire you, but if you’re going to drop the drinks, I don’t think you’d last long.”
“You don’t know how long I last, do you?” Clay asked and then blushed as he said it.
The Montgomerys whooped and hollered as I got up and took the tray from him. Our fingers brushed, and I watched the long lines of Clay’s throat work as he swallowed.
“I have it.”
“You’re not working here. I am. Let me take care of you.”
“I can take care of myself, Riggs. I always have.”
I shook my head and moved out of the way so Clay could move past me. We handed off the beers and the virgin drinks for the girls, and I gestured to the dance floor.
“What do you say, Clay? Why don’t you finally make me an honest man and give me a dance?”
I had been asking for a dance with Clay for months now. Over a year, if I were honest with myself. And each time, Clay said no because it was too much. Or he had to go home to the kids.
Clay had his own life and responsibilities.
And our tangled past didn’t need to be part of his complicated future. Only after seeing Neil and watching my bar work the way it should—even short-staffed—I just wanted something that had nothing to do with who I used to be, and maybe focus on who I wanted to be with.
“Oh, just say yes,” Eliza said as she sipped her drink. “Give us some entertainment.”
“Am I not entertaining enough?” Beckett asked, his hand over his chest, clearly affronted.
“I love you, baby. But I want to see this dance of theirs happen.”
“Do it, do it, do it!” the group quietly cheered, and I was grateful that the rest of the bar didn’t chime in.
I held up my hand, and Clay sighed before knocking a shot of tequila back and putting his hand in mine.
“Fine. One dance. And then you stop asking.”
“I can’t promise anything.”
Clay rolled his eyes and let go of my hand before we walked out onto the dance floor.
The music was decently loud with a good rhythm, and people were dancing and enjoying themselves.
We weren’t a western country bar, but we weren’t a techno bar, either.
We were just your average neighborhood bar that played anything people wanted.
Right now, it was a familiar pop song, one with a good beat so you could get close if you wanted to or dance in your little box solo.
I looked up at Clay’s wide eyes, with his chestnut brown hair slowly falling in front of his face.
I wanted to reach out like I once had and push it from his forehead, but I didn’t.
Instead, I just moved to the beat, both of our hips shaking, and I knew others were watching.
Because I didn’t go out on the dance floor like this. I worked. I worked my ass off.
Only here I was, dancing with the one man I shouldn’t.
People surrounded us, and I was grateful that the Montgomerys couldn’t see us from this vantage point. I moved forward and slid my finger along Clay’s belt loops.
“I can’t believe you finally said yes.”
Clay sighed and traced his finger along my shoulder before he twisted, and we moved to the beat. “It’s hard to say no to you, Riggs. Always has been.”
“And yet you said yes tonight.”
Clay met my gaze. “I don’t always have time to say yes, Riggs. It’s not about you, I promise.”
Maybe it was because of the night. Perhaps it was because of what I couldn’t have, but I blurted out, “Come home with me.”
Clay blinked. “Seriously, just like that?”
I swallowed hard, my neck going red with embarrassment. “There’s nothing quick about me wanting you, Clay. You know that.”
Clay met my gaze, his eyes moving back and forth, and I didn’t realize until it was almost too late that we were standing in a corner, hidden slightly by the wall, where no one could see us. Had he danced us over here? Or had I been the one to do it?
“The kids are at a babysitter’s tonight. With the other Montgomerys in Denver.”
I blinked. “Really?” I asked, knowing that Clay had his three cousins at home and was a single dad for all intents and purposes. He rarely had time off, let alone a night out. I hadn’t expected him to say anything to my proposition other than “hell no” and “go away.”
“I’m not closing the bar tonight. Rosie is.”
“Okay, then.” Clay leaned forward and bit down gently on my lip. I swallowed hard, wondering who the hell was propositioning whom here. “Just like before, then? No promises?” he asked.
I narrowed my gaze, knowing that my eyes had darkened, and my mouth had parted. “No promises.”
Even as I said it, I had to wonder exactly what I meant by that.