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Say You Do
I slammed another shot down drawing a concerned look from Trick. He didn’t need to worry about me. No one did. I was strong. I could conquer anything. Except my broken heart, but that was something I had to deal with on my own. Honestly, it was something I didn’t really want to fix.
I pointed to my empty shot glass, unamused with his quirked brow. My finger thrust hard against the old oak bar top just beside the barren glass, demanding my refill and refusing to take no for an answer.
With a grimace, Trick obliged. ”You okay, Bo?” His words were laced with concern as any good family member’s would.
I didn’t want or need his pity. ”Fine,” I replied in a tone that made it obvious I didn’t want to talk. ”Just keep them coming.”
He frowned, left me the bottle and walked away.
It only took a minute for Vex to ruin my victory with needless yammering. ”Easy love, that stuff will leave you with a wicked hangover.”
”Fuck off Vex.” Why was he always around when my mood was shit?
”Oh feisty succubus. I like it and may I say I have missed it?” He slid over and leaned in close. ”The Doctor got your head in the clouds again?”
I rolled my eyes and huffed, hoping to end this talk in a hurry. ”Why would this have anything to do with her? I haven’t seen her in days.”
”Because it always has something to do with her, doesn’t it? I swear, in all my hundreds of years, I’d never met a whipped succubus. And I don’t mean that in the fun way that I prefer my whippings. This is one for the Fae history books.” He giggled in that ridiculous Vex way that made me want to smack him in the mouth.
”Gross. Just leave me alone Vex. Don’t you have someone you could be giving a Fae STD too?” I waved him away, scooting my chair to put much needed distance between us.
”No need to snippy, Deary. Just know that your Doctor is in the back corner drinking her weight in whiskey. Aren’t you quite the pair? Ta-ta.” He grabbed my bottle and walked away.
Bastard!
My need to protest was overwhelmingly derailed by my need to search for Lauren. The Buckthorn was kicking in. The room spun until my focus fell on the mesmerizing blonde with endearing brown eyes that were unmistakable. She was sitting there alone, just as he’d said and my heart clenched at the sight of her staring back at me.
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I love this,even with unrequited love you left BO with hope.Even if they can’t be together LAUREN still allows BO the benefit of a ”last night”where there are no buts just the here and now.An unselfish moment given to someone LAUREN will always love.thanks