I’m about to turn and walk out when the door opens behind us, and just like that, it’s prom night all over again.

Chapter Fifteen

Jacob

“Why are you here again?” Beau asks as we walk into the bar. “Now don’t get me wrong, I’m always here, but you …” He laughs. “You never ever come here.”

“Let’s just say I’m working,” I say, not bothering to tell him about a phone call I got this afternoon.

“What’s wrong?” I answered the phone after seeing Casey’s name.

“We have a situation,” he said, and I sat up at my desk. We had come up empty with the mystery guy. “The girls are making me take them dancing.”

“Dancing?” I repeated, making sure I had heard him right the first time.

“Kallie wants to go to the bar,” he said, his voice lowering.

“But …” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I tried to tell her, but she cut me off every time.” He sounded defeated. “I’m giving you a heads-up.”

“I’ll meet you there,” I said and hung up and then called Beau.

Now here I am walking toward the place I never go to. Especially not on a Friday or Saturday night. I pull open the door, and I’m shocked to come face-to-face with the woman who has my insides all twisted up. Who is everywhere. She’s on my mind when I wake up in the morning. She’s on my mind no matter what I do. She’s even in my dreams. I look at her, and my mouth hits the floor. I look over at Casey, and I want to ask what the fuck is he thinking taking her to go out like this.

“Well, this just got interesting,” Beau says beside me as he walks in to hug Kallie. I want to yank him back by his T-shirt and hopefully choke him at the same time. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“If you touch her again, I’ll make you blind,” I mumble under my breath. When Olivia chuckles, I have to wonder if I said that out loud.

“We should get a drink,” Olivia says, looking at Casey. “Can you get me a drink, cowboy?” She stands in front of him, and I have to wonder what is going on with him. It’s no secret he knocks boots, but he’s never been seen with a woman out.

“Whatcha want, darlin’?” he asks, and she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay,” he says. Then he grabs the back of her head and pulls her to him, and he kisses her on the mouth, leaving no mistake that she’s his.

“I’ll be back. Get a table,” he says, turning and walking away while Olivia puts her hand to her lips.