Part 1: No Regrets(Divine Creek Ranch 2)(61)
“I can’t stand it. I have to look.” She watched as Wesley slid his hands up Rosemary’s arms. She pulled away from him and spoke indignantly to him, poking him in the chest with her index finger, then turned to walk away in a huff. Wes snagged her arm, pulling her gently, but firmly, to his chest.
She glared up at him angrily but also like she wanted to cry. She didn’t say anything else. He leaned down to her and said something to her very gently.
She nodded and looked up at him like she was about to break down.
Rosemary left Wesley’s side and went to her girlfriends’ table and got her purse. She stopped at Grace’s table, hugged her and spoke quickly to them, then returned to Wesley. She looked up at him, and he took her hand and led her to the front door. She gave a little wave to Rachel and Eli as she trailed behind Wesley then mouthed, “Thank you” to Rachel.
“Wow. Everyone has a story, don’t they?” Eli chuckled as they watched them leave.
“Yeah. I hope those two don’t blow their chance.”
“Me, too.”
A waitress delivered a shot of Crown and another of Cuervo 1800 to their table. “The gentleman in the leather jacket sent these over for you with his compliments. Ethan said this is what you’d like.”
Eli raised his shot glass to Ace. All was well.
What a relief, Rachel thought as she drank hers.
“You’re not much of a drinker, are you?” Eli smiled at her as her eyes watered a little.
“No, I’m a lightweight, but I’ll take a shot of Crown Royal on
occasion,” she replied. “I want to go powder my nose. I’ll be right back.”
She picked up her evening bag from the back of the chair where it hung by its strap.
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“Want me to walk you?”
“No need. I’ll be careful in the hallway.” She smiled up at him as he kissed her knuckles before releasing her hand. As she made her way around the bar, she heard a lot of female voices coming in the door behind her, but she didn’t turn around.
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Chapter Fifteen
Rachel walked into the restroom, checked her makeup in the mirror, and fluffed her hair. Several women she had not seen that evening came barreling through the restroom doors. They must have just come in the club but looked like they’d already had a few drinks. She reapplied her lip liner as they talked loudly from the stalls and the lavatory.
“Did you see the big hard body on that bouncer? I would love to take him for a test drive, or three.”
“Shoot, he could probably take us all on at once. I love all those strong muscles and that hair.” Several of them cackled and snickered.
“I’d love to run my fingers through it. He smelled good, too.”
“He didn’t look very interested in any of us. Maybe he’s gay?” said a petite brunette as she fluffed and scrunched her hair.
“Maybe he didn’t look interested in y’all, but I definitely got a closer look.”
“Yeah, dummy, because he was checking your ID.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t think he’s gay. Did you happen to see that hard-on he was sporting?” a blonde said as she left the restroom stall.
“He must be huge. Maybe he has a break coming up in a little while. I noticed this bathroom door has a lock on it,” said a particularly predatory-looking blonde with super-short hair.
“You would think about doing him in the bathroom, you nasty thing.”
“Did any of you guys pause to consider he might have a wife or
girlfriend?” This comment came from the same brunette who sounded like the designated driver for the group.
One of the younger women turned to Rachel. “You come here often?”
At Rachel’s friendly nod, she continued, “Does he have a girlfriend?”
“Yes, he does.” She tried to maintain a straight face, surprised she was laughing inside instead of seeing red at their ribald comments. That shot of
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Crown must have kicked in. She had to put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from snickering as she pretended to check her lip liner for smudges.
“She wasn’t up there. I say we go for it,” the sporty blonde said as she reapplied her lipstick.
“Who is we?” the fluffing brunette asked skeptically.
“We as in me, honey. I didn’t see anyone laying claim to him. If he was my man, I’d stay by his side all night long, except to pee occasionally.”
“I’m going to tell your boyfriend how you’ve been acting.”
“Hey, this is a bachelorette party. Whatever happens at The Dancing Pony stays at The Dancing Pony. Isn’t that right, miss? You won’t say anything, will you? To his girlfriend, I mean?” Rachel was liking this blonde less and less by the second.