Chapter 35

Cade set down his beer. "Wait. So you mean to tell me she wasn't into it?"

Huddled up to the bar at Shooters, back facing the rowdy Friday night crowd, Flynn shoved his ball cap lower on his forehead and tried to figure out how to answer. Truth was, he didn't know if Gabby had reacted to him or if he was just that damn delirious.

Flynn shrugged. "I don't know."

From the stool next to him, Cade whipped him a disbelieving look. "How do you not know? I mean, she responded or she didn't, yeah?"

That was the thing. He'd tried to talk to her and she'd...blown him off. She'd never done that before, not once. Proving whatever he'd been feeling was one-sided. She'd stood in front of him in her living room and acknowledged she knew he wanted her, and then acted as if they'd discussed the weather.