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22. Sage

22

Sage

M aybe mixing alcohol with the thoughts swimming through my head wasn’t the best idea.

My eyes trailed the condensation rolling down the side of the glass as the ice melted, turning the already-weak margarita to water. I didn’t know if they served wine at bars, so I’d opted for a margarita, really only because I didn’t know what else to order.

I got pregnant shortly after I was legal to drink, so I didn’t spend much time at bars. This was the first time I’d been to one since…well, before Jason went to prison. He didn’t like me going out to bars all that often anyway. He thought I’d cheat on him. I guess what they say is true—the ones who are paranoid are more than likely the ones doing it themselves .

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t figure it out until after he went to prison. But even if I had found out before, I wouldn’t have been able to get away from him. He may be locked up in a concrete building manned with guards at all hours, but the real prison was my mind, and I wished I could say my sentence ended the day he was taken away.

Thoughts of him still haunted me, and while I thought it was getting better, today just made them come back around tenfold. I tried to keep my glances at the entrance to the bar minimal, but all I kept expecting was him walking through that door and dragging me out of here.

Avery was safe with Travis and Charlotte. We had no connection to that ranch for Jason to find us there, which meant she was okay for tonight. It was after she left there that I had to worry about.

From where Oakley, Brandy, Lettie, and I were seated, we had a clear view of the door as it swung open.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Brandy remarked over the beat of the country music filling the dimly lit bar.

Bailey, Lennon, Reed, Beckham, and Callan strode in. Their almost matching attire would have made me laugh if it wasn’t for the look on Callan’s face, how it settled with relief once he saw me. I offered him a small smile and they made their way over to us. The bar wasn’t packed, but there were enough people that they had to maneuver around a few groups.

Lettie set her drink on the high top table, meeting Bailey halfway to wrap her arms around his neck and slam a kiss to his mouth. The others left them standing there and closed the distance to where we were still seated. Lennon bent to kiss the side of Oakley’s head and she leaned into him, a blush lighting up her cheeks.

“You guys weren’t having too much fun without us, were you?” Beckham asked, surveying the drinks on the table.

Brandy slid off the stool, holding her arms wide. “Can’t have fun without the life of the party, can we?”

He grinned down at her and pulled her in for a tight hug, rocking her back and forth before letting her go.

“We missed you,” Brandy told him.

“I missed you guys, too. Pool?” Beckham asked, looking at each of us with the question.

Callan ignored him, keeping his eyes locked on me with a slight furrow to his brow. I offered him another smile, but it didn’t ease the look on his face.

“I’ll play,” Bailey offered. “Teams?”

“Len and me, you and Cal?” Beckham said to him.

Callan tore his attention from me and I heaved a deep breath. “I’m good,” he said.

“Reed?” Beckham asked, facing Reed where he was leaning against the half wall that surrounded the area with the pool tables.

Reed adjusted his arms from where they were crossed. “You buying drinks?”

“Loser buys,” Beckham said, like he was reminding him of a rule they had .

“I’m not playing if I’m not drinking,” Reed stated.

Beckham clapped his hands, rubbing them together. “Always the picky asshole. Brandy?” He faced her.

“I’ll get them,” I offered before she could respond.

“Great,” Beckham said.

Callan gave him a stern look, then reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. “I’ll go with.”

“It’s okay,” I told him.

“We’ll go with her,” Lettie cut in, coming up beside Brandy.

Callan hesitated a moment, then pulled a wad of cash from his wallet and handed it to me. I took it because I knew damn well I couldn’t afford drinks for everyone. “Thanks.”

He gave me a short nod. “Let me know if you need help carrying the drinks back.”

“That’s what she’s got us for,” Brandy said, looping her arms through mine and Lettie’s.

Lettie did the same to Oakley on her other side. “You’re coming, too.”

Oakley laid her hand on Lettie’s arm. “If you insist.”

“Beers?” Lettie clarified with the guys.

“Whiskey, please,” Beck said while the others nodded.

“Four beers and a whiskey. Got it.”

With one last look at the guys, the four of us headed toward the bar on the other side, keeping our arms locked together.

“So,” Lettie started as we approached the worn wooden bar, “what’s the look on your face for? ”

“What look?” I asked as we all dropped our arms. Each barstool was taken aside from the two at the end that we grouped behind.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, his tattooed arms flexing as he threw a rag over his shoulder and leaned against the counter.

Lettie listed the guys’ beverages, then ordered herself some mixed drink, along with Brandy’s and Oakley’s.

“You?” the bartender asked.

“I have a drink back at the table,” I said, gesturing behind me.

“She’ll take a lemon drop,” Oakley told the guy.

He nodded once and got to work on all of the drinks as I faced Oakley.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“I have a margarita,” I reminded her.

Oakley leaned an elbow on the bar. “It’s been sitting there for almost an hour. It’s probably watered down and gross. Plus, lemon drops are delicious. You’ll love it. And if you don’t, I’ll drink it.”

“Do you guys wanna dance?” Lettie asked.

“Dance?” People still did that?

“Yes, dance!” she exclaimed, grabbing my hand. “Come on.”

“What about the drinks?” I’m sure the bartender would hate to get them all ready and then look up to find us gone.

“We’ll come back for them,” Brandy said.

I looked back at the guy as he filled beer glasses, then turned to the others. “You guys go. I’ll wait for them and come get you when they’re all done.” I couldn’t imagine he’d be long making them anyway. But I’d wait with the drinks while they had their fun to whatever country song was on the jukebox.

“Are you sure?” Oakley asked, her red hair draped over her shoulders like silk.

“It’s only a few feet away,” I pointed out.

The three of them glanced at the makeshift dance floor and then back to me like they were mentally measuring the distance.

They looked at me like they didn’t want to leave me, which was nice of them, but I’d be fine. “I don’t know how to dance. I really don’t mind.”

“One song,” Brandy promised.

I gestured to the group of people already doing some cohesive dance as I sat on the second stool from the end. “Get going, then!”

They headed off toward the group of people stomping and twirling as I swiveled on the seat to face the bar. There were already two beers in front of me, and I was sure the rest weren’t far behind. Even if they wanted to dance for a few more songs, I could take Callan up on his offer to help bring the drinks back to the table. It’d give me an excuse to talk to him and right now, I needed the distraction.

The bartender set what I presumed to be the lemon drop on the bar in front of me and I eyed it for a moment before picking it up and taking a long sip. It was sour, but it covered up the taste of vodka well. It was almost like drinking an extra tart lemonade. I’d have to pace myself with these if I wanted to stay aware of my surroundings.

The chance of something happening tonight was slim, but I didn’t want to be too comfortable and caught off guard. Jason was good at showing up when I least expected it.

To my left, the barstool scraped against the ground and someone sat in it. I avoided making eye contact only because I didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression. I was here to have fun, according to Oakley, but that didn’t mean I had to give every stranger the time of day.

“Sage, is it?” the man asked.

My heart jumped in my chest at the use of my name and I turned. My spine was stiff, my breath caught in my throat. “Uhm—”

“You work at the cafe,” he explained, and my chest eased a fraction. He was just a customer.

“I do.”

He held out a hand and I looked down at it before hesitantly setting my palm in his. He shook it, his grip hard. “Can I buy you a drink?”

I pulled my arm back, folding my hands together in my lap as I glanced at my drink. “Already have one, but thanks.”

His brows pulled down as he ignored the drink on the bar. “I can buy you something better than that girly drink.”

My chest tightened like a brick was placed on it as I recognized him from the other day when he tried to get my last name. He’d made me feel a little off then, but right now was solidifying the fact that he was a creep. “I’m okay. Thank you, though.”

“Please, I insist,” he said, his voice laced with demand. He held a hand up for the bartender to see and gave him a nod.

“Really, I’m okay—”

“You’re not one for pleasantries, are you?” he asked, cutting me off.

“I—”

“I think she said no,” Brandy’s voice interrupted before I could get a word out.

The man paid her no mind. “Little busy here, princess.”

The nickname he spit out so casually took me by surprise, and I looked at Brandy to find her fuming.

“What did you just call me?” she gritted out.

Lettie and Oakley strode up behind Brandy, smiles on their faces as they clearly didn’t know what was currently going on.

“He get our drinks?” Oakley asked, referencing the bartender, who was stuck in a conversation at the end of the bar, holding two of our drinks hostage.

This time, the man looked at the three of them. “Only buying for one tonight.”

“Not you, you fucking pig,” Brandy seethed, and before I could blink, she was shoving his chest.

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