Deacon gave her a funny look, brows lifting at her icy tone. “Well, he might have some business to bring your way. He has a car that I’m sure you’d love to get your hands on.”
Brian smiled at her, fucking smiled, like they were old pals. “Hey, Rusty. Good to see you again.” His piggy little eyes moved over her body, hovering at her breasts, before landing on her mouth. He licked his lips. “I’ve thought of you a lot over the years.”
She took her time, looking him up and down as well, making sure he knew she’d found nothing to impress her. “Yeah?”
He flushed, shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, often.”
The years had not been kind. His suit didn’t hide the belly he’d gotten sitting at a desk. Obviously working out hadn’t been much of a priority. Fucking weasel. “Can’t say I’ve thought of you at all,” she replied, smiling broadly.
His grin tightened, like she’d pissed him off. Was this guy for real?
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He ran a hand through his prematurely thinning hair. “Deacon tells me West’s is the place to bring my car. No one does it better.”
Crossing her arms, she shook her head. “Sorry, can’t fit you in, Bri.”
Deke narrowed his eyes at her, but the sound of Alex’s purple Viper tearing into the parking lot out front, back from picking up a part she needed, distracted him. He cleared his throat. “I’ll let you two talk business. I’ll just be out here.” Then he strode out to see his fiancée.
Brian the worm took a step closer. “It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough.” She pointed to the door. “Turn around and get gone, asshole. I can’t believe you had the nerve to come here.”
“Come on, Rust. It’s been a long time, water under the bridge. I made a mistake.” He threw up his hands. “Sorry, okay?”
“Sorry? Are you shitting me?” She shook her head. “Get the hell out of here before I sic Alex onto you.”
He didn’t get the message and moved even closer, right into her personal space. “I’ve regretted what happened that night all these years. I can admit I messed up. But I want the opportunity to apologize properly.”
This guy was nuts if he thought anything he could say would make up for what he’d done. “And how do you think you’re gonna do that?”
He gave her another once-over and rubbed his hand across his mouth. She actually shuddered. “Let me take you out. Show you a good time.”
“I seem to remember your idea of a good time was thirty seconds of heavy breathing and grunting, then whooping it up with your friends and exchanging money. I’ll pass, thanks.”
His jaw tightened, and he grabbed her arm. “I’m trying to apologize here. Why are you being such a bitch?”
She looked down at where he held her arm. “Take your hand off me.”
Instead of letting go, he held on tighter. “Look, if things go the way I want, I’ll be working for your brother soon. I don’t want anything to mess that up. If you open your mouth, you’ll screw up my chances. Why don’t you stop being difficult and accept my apology?”
“I said let go.”
“Jesus, Rusty, you’re still as hot as you were back then, more so. Let me take you out. Show you how sorry I am. Show you you’re not the only one that’s gotten better with age. What do you say?”
“I say, let me the fuck go. Now.”
The sound of boots on the concrete floor came from the door, and Rusty glanced over Brian’s shoulder in time to see Reid walk in, face murderous, fists clenched at his sides. The brown bags in one hand, that she guessed were lunch, fell to the floor with a dull thud. He’d heard every word, she could see it in the set of his shoulders and the murderous gleam in his now impossibly dark eyes.
Brian twisted to see who she was looking at, but still held onto her, no intention of letting her go till he got what he wanted. “We’re just about finished talking business here. Why don’t you wait outside? She won’t be long.” He dismissed Reid, turning back to her.
Rusty stood frozen, gaze locked on Reid.
“Take your hands off my woman, and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here.”
Brian stiffened. “Your woman?” A smirk lifted the stupid bastard’s lips, and still he didn’t let go. “She didn’t mention you. Sorry, bro.”
She knew the guy had shit for brains, but the moron obviously had a death wish as well. She didn’t know if he thought his association with Deke would save his ass, or if he was just that stupid.