“I wouldn’t admit it,” I said, shaking my head.
“Did we go to school together?” he asked.
“I don’t remember.”
“Do you remember if you went to Eakins at any time between kindergarten through twelfth grade?”
“I did.”
Trenton’s left dimple sunk in when he grinned. “Then we know each other.”
“Not necessarily.”
Trenton laughed again. “You want a drink?”
“I have one coming.”
“You wanna dance?”
“Nope.”
A group of girls passed by, and Trenton’s eyes focused on one. “Is that Shannon from home ec? Damn,” he said, turning a oneeighty in his seat.
“Indeed it is. You should go reminisce.”
Trenton shook his head. “We reminisced in high school.”
“I remember. Pretty sure she still hates you.”
Trenton shook his head, smiled, and then, before taking another swig, said, “They always do.”
“It’s a small town. You shouldn’t have burned all of your bridges.”
He lowered his chin, his famous charm turning up a notch. “There’s a few I haven’t lit a fire under. Yet.”
I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled.
Raegan returned, curving her long fingers around four standard rocks glasses and two shot glasses. “My whiskey sours, your whiskey straights, and a buttery nipple each.”
“What is with all the sweet stuff tonight, Ray?” I said, wrinkling my nose.
Trenton picked up one of the shot glasses and touched it to his lips, tilting his head back. He slammed it on the table and winked. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of it.” He stood up and walked away.
I didn’t realize my mouth was hanging open until my eyes met Raegan’s and it snapped shut.
“Did he just drink your shot? Did that really just happen?”
“Who does that?” I said, turning to see where he went. He’d already disappeared into the crowd.
“A Maddox boy.”
I shot the double whiskey and took another drag of my cigarette. Everyone knew Trenton Maddox was bad news, but that never seemed to stop women from trying to tame him. Watching him since grade school, I promised myself that I would never be a notch on his headboard—if the rumors were true and he had notches, but I didn’t plan to find out.
“You’re going to let him get away with that?” Raegan asked.
I blew out the smoke from the side of my mouth, annoyed. I wasn’t in the frame of mind to have fun, or deal with obnoxious flirting, or complain that Trenton Maddox had just drunk the shot glass of sugar that I didn’t want. But before I could answer my friend, I had to choke back the whiskey I’d just drunk.
“Oh, no.”