Chapter 82

“You in a hurry or something?” a voice asked and I turned to see none other than Monty leaning against the bar next to me.

“You know I gotta get back to work.” I gave him a quick once-over. He’d changed his top, and now he wore a semi-sheer white shirt with long sleeves turned up. A black wolf graphic was inked on the left side of it.

He grinned. “Like what you see?”

“You know you’re hot,” I replied and finished my fries, then licked ketchup from my fingers and wiped my hands.

“So you planning on letting me take a ride sometime?” He leaned forward and placed a hand on my forearm.

I removed it. “You don’t seem like the type to do monogamy.”

A ghost of…something…flickered in his eyes for a moment, then morphed back into the arrogant rock star. “Who needs it? Life’s too short.”

“Maybe for you,” I replied as I got off the bar stool. “But not for me.” I waved Sandy down so she could get my tray. “Great show so far, as always. Kick ass the rest of the night, yeah?”