“No, it’s different people every time.”
Arlo studied her face. “And you want to be one of the three?” Was she insane?
“Will you come with me tonight?”
“What? No.” He took a step back.
“Please.” Her pleading eyes almost made him say yes, but he needed to stay away from Nash, not seek out places where he might be.
“Sorry, I can’t. I have to sort out a few things in the house. Just moved in, you know.”
She touched her hair and tilted her head to the side. “Next Friday?”
“I…erm…we’ll see.” If he was still here next Friday. 2
Nash poured yet another beer down his gullet. The sounds in the bar were so fucking loud tonight—people everywhere, the same boring people.
A young blond was trying to get his attention by the bar. Nash recognized him, but it had to be a couple of months ago. He didn’t do repeats, and the sooner the guy got the message the better.