Last Round by Charity Ferrell

Author:Charity Ferrell
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781952496080
Publisher: Charity Ferrell LLC

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

LOLA

“The birthday girl doesn’t look like she’s having a good time,” Trent says as the bartender hands over our Sprites.

Yes, he also ordered a Sprite.

“She is most definitely not,” I reply, circling my straw through my drink.

He runs his hand over his smooth cheek. “Who pissed you off?”

I wave off his question. “It doesn’t matter.”

He shifts to face me. “It was Silas, wasn’t it?”

I take a sip of my drink.

“Let me make up for whatever he did.”

Gripping his Sprite with one hand, he holds the other out to me. I grab it, and we mosey through the crowd toward the subdued section of the bar, where two-top tables are scattered throughout and the music is softer. I’ve never been in this area of the club, but I’ve heard about it. It’s for the VIPs of the VIPs who like the club but prefer to be on the tamer side of things. It’s quite contradicting to go to a club but not want the club experience.

I retreat a step, our hands still clasped, as I flit my gaze over the section. “Are we allowed to be here?”

Maybe I’ll ask Harry for a table here next time.

Who am I kidding? I will never celebrate a birthday here again.

Trent offers a reassuring smile. “I didn’t reserve a table, but it’s okay. I know Harry.” He motions toward the other side of the club, close to where my table is. “I was with my friends over there, but you look like you’d rather drink swamp water than socialize. I figured we could drink our Sprites and chat. Sober you up. Get you away from whatever has you upset.”

My friends won’t mind if I take a minute for myself, away from everyone. I don’t want to be around Silas, and I don’t know if he’s gone.

He leads me to a table near the back of the room, grabs my Sprite, and places our drinks on the table before pulling out a stool for me.

Trent is attractive—tall, dark-haired, and handsome. Not as handsome as Silas, but it was no surprise that Abby was nearly drooling when she saw him. Not only does he look good, but he’s also made me feel comfortable tonight.

“Why does Silas hate your guts?” I ask, sitting down and hoping my question takes the attention off me.

Trent scoots his chair closer to mine before plopping down. “His dad left his mom for mine. It was a messy situation, and as stepsiblings, we didn’t get along because of it. We were immature teenage boys. I let it go. Silas hasn’t.”

Silas has mentioned his father leaving his mother, but he never said anything about a stepbrother.

“Have you tried speaking to him privately?”

Trent nods. “All the time. I’ve invited him to meet up, have coffee, talk, anything, but he won’t. He even refuses to attend family events if I’ll be there.”

“Oh.”

That doesn’t sound like Silas, and I don’t want to talk bad about him, especially not knowing the entire story. But no matter what, my loyalty remains with Silas—even if I want to punch him right now.

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