He whips around with an irritated look and it immediately smooths out when he sees me. He grins and leans his elbows on the bar top.
“Sorry, I have this really hot girlfriend waiting for me at home.”
I tsk. “Too bad. We could have a good time.”
“I guess we’ll never know.”
Then he leans across the bar and kisses me.
“I missed you,” I confess.
His smile grows. “You saw me a few hours ago.”
“You’re good company.”
“Just admit it, you only like me for my cock.”
Let’s face it, I should be used to Jace’s comments by now, but I’m not, so I can’t help the red that immediately blossoms across my cheeks.
“You suck,” I mutter.
“Actually, that’s what you do.”
“Oh, my God, Jace!” I cringe, looking around to see if anyone’s heard.
He chuckles, amused by my reaction. “You’re the one that brought up a quickie,” he reminds me. “Are you hungry?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Yeah,” I admit. “Starving.”
“What do you want?”
“Surprise me,” I reply.
He turns to the computer and puts in my order.
“What do you want to drink?” he questions next.
“Something strong.”
His brows rise in surprise. “Bad day at work?”
I sigh, wringing my fingers together beneath the bar top. “No,” I say softly. “Owen.”
Like
I knew he would, his lip raises in a snarl and he growls. “What about him?”
“He’s coming into town this weekend to see Greyson, and his parents are coming too.”
Jace scrubs his hands down his face. “I really fucking hoped when he moved to New York City we’d see the asshole less, but no, he’s always slinking around.”
“He wants to see his son,” I defend.
Jace shakes his head. “You’re fucking oblivious.”
“What the hell does that means?” I snap.
The anger melts out of him a little. “He looks at you like you’re the most precious thing to him and he regrets ever letting you go.”