Shit. He had a feeling he’d royally fucked things up for tonight. That or she was still pretending like nothing was going on between them. It was kind of hard to tell, but his gut told him it was the former.

The feeling in his gut proved itself right when she did a round of goodbyes but didn’t even glance at him. Usually they were at least civil to each other. Jake finished off his beer as she pranced way, head held high. How she managed to prance in those shoes, he didn’t know, but now he was turned on and worried that his night was not going the way he’d planned.

Dammit, why did he have to be such an ass?

“Why are you such a dick?” his sister asked, echoing his thoughts. She glared at him, hands on her hips. Everyone else was giving him dirty looks too. Well, everyone except Patrick. At least he could count on his best friend having his back.

About to argue, he realized he’d just been given a golden opportunity and quickly reversed what he was about to say.

“You’re right,” he said simply, making Lexie’s jaw drop as she jerked back in surprise. Apparently, she hadn’t been expecting that. Even Kate blinked and lost the pissy look on her face. “I had some shit happen today and I just took it out on Sharon. I’m going to go apologize.”

“Oh... well... Good.” Lexie seemed at a bit of a loss for words as Jake turned away, which was just fine with him. In fact, it was kind of amusing, although he had no impulse to smile as he hurried after Sharon.

Fortunately, she had just reached her car when he came barreling out of the club. The long, puffy coat she had on completely covered up her sexy outfit except for the shoes peeking out of the bottom. Jake was starting to wonder if he had a foot fetish, because he immediately noticed her shoes again and his cock twitched, rather than shying from the cold. Jeans didn’t provide much protection against the bitter winter air and his leather jacket ended at his hips.

“Sharon! Wait!” Jake shoved his hands into his jacket as he lengthened his stride.

She was already turning around, a dark scowl on her face. “What do you want?”

“I want to say I’m sorry for being a dick,” he said, coming to a halt in front of her, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep them warm since he hadn’t taken the time to put on his gloves. She blinked in surprise, her dark expression softening before her jaw clenched and she looked suspiciously up at him.

“Are you just saying that so you can get laid?”