Chapter 84

Lost in his thoughts, the copious amounts of whiskey he had drunk, Ian never heard Mei coming into the bar. She let him have it. One perfect right hook, and she knocked him from his spot with a single shot.

“The fuck?” Ian swore, picking himself up, glaring as he rubbed the ache from his jaw. “What was that for?”

“Don’t you dare give me that!” she hissed. “You know exactly what you did.” Realization dawned, chastised, Ian reached behind him for his vacated seat.

“Is there a problem?” The concerned bartender questioned.

“No,” Ian returned, pushing a seat over for Mei. “No problem, but I’ll need another and grab one for my friend here while you’re at it.”

The bartender glanced between the two. He shook his head, moving away to fetch their order.

“You’re an asshole,” Mei announced as she plopped into the seat next to Ian.

“Let me guess. You’ve been talking to Adam.” Ian muttered, draining the rest of his glass.

“He never uttered a word. I saw the aftermath for myself.”