Unbalanced by Parkerson Charity

Author:Parkerson, Charity
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sports Romance
Publisher: Punk & Sissy Publications
Published: 2016-11-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

How the man didn’t feel McKenna’s stare prickling at his skin was beyond her. It took her a good ten minutes to decide he was indeed the same man from the match against Kurt. His size and muscular jawline were unique but she didn’t take it as a given. Considering Vegas’ high population, there was every probability there could be more than one man with his build. It wasn’t until something outside the window caught his eye and he turned to look that she became certain. The muscles in his jaw flexed. He’d worn the same expression that night.

“May I join you?”

He didn’t seem surprised by her request. More than likely, he had strange women approach him on a daily basis. He eyed her for a moment before responding.

“Have we met? You look familiar.”

Unsure of what the odds were of him remembering her from the Warehouse District, she weighed her words before deciding on the truth. “I was with Kurt the night you were injured.” She motioned toward his arm before realizing how ridiculous the move had been. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know which part of him had been damaged.

He waved for her to have a seat. He waited until she settled before asking any more questions.

“How did you find me?”

His inquiry confused her. “Are you in the witness protection program?”

The hint of a smile touched his lips. “No.”

“Then your question is irrational.” She flashed a grin to take the sting out of her words. “As it happens, I was sitting over there when you walked in.” She pointed at the booth where her laptop still sat.

He didn’t look. “I didn’t notice.”

“People usually don’t.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m certain I am the expert in this case.”

He didn’t argue again. “You’ve been crying.”

“I don’t sleep.” It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t sleep but she wouldn’t admit to shedding a single tear. Tears meant she cared for the state of her heart. She did not. It had died with Gray.

“Miss Jones.” Asher’s voice broke into their conversation, saving her from responding. He wore a friendly smile. Even broken, her inner girl sighed.

She responded without thought. “It’s Ms. Richards, actually. Jones is my pen name.”

“Ms. Richards, then. It’s nice to see you again.”

“You as well. Of course, I’m always happy to see someone who smells as good as you. It brightens my day.” She added a wink to let him know she was playing. It was also an attempt to hide her surprise. He remembered her name. Of course, she remembered his too but she—unfortunately—never forgot anything. Sliding out of the booth, she motioned for Asher to take her seat. “I’ll leave the two of you alone. Maybe say hi next time you’re in,” she said, directing her final words at Brian. He tilted his head to the side assessing her but she didn’t wait for his response. Trailing away, she wondered if he’d bother or why she had.

All of ten minutes passed when a flower appeared at her elbow.

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