Sea Breeze 03 - While It Lasts

two still keeping in touch, then?” Mark asked
    “Yeah, Becca Lynn still comes around. She’s about the only friend other than Jeremy that is brave enough to visit me.”
    Mark frowned and I could see the pity in his eyes. I hated the pity. Cage never looked at me with the damn pity in his eyes.
    “I need another shot. Would you get it for me? Nelly is being stingy tonight with me.”
    Mark’s pity vanished and he gave me an excited grin, “Yeah , sure. I’ll be right back.”
    “Could you make that two?” I asked as he started toward the bar.
    “Absolutely.”

Chapter Twenty- One

    Cage

    “Get your sorry ass up and go crook your damn finger and get us a couple hotties . I want a redhead tonight with really bi g tits. So damn big that they’re fake,” Preston yelled over the loud music.
    “I’m just here to drink,” I replied. I’d already told him that once. I just couldn’t pretend with cheap sex. It didn’t help. It just made me more of a bastard than I already was .
    “Come on man. I can wrangle up some ladies but you always get the damn cream of the crop. Especially with titties . The girls with big titties flock to you. Please go get me some big round plump tits I can bury myself in tonight.”
    I liked Preston but he was getting on my nerves. I didn’t want to get him any damn tits. Did he even realize how fucking shallow he sounded?
    “I said I wasn’t here for that.”
    Preston sat his beer down on the table and took the empty stool beside me. “Please , don’t tell me this is over the girl you brought in here a few weeks back. I thought you were over that. I can’t go through this shit with you too. First Marcus , now you. Hell, what happened to a variety of pussy? Why would anyone want to give that up?”
    My phone vibrated in my pocket before I had to respond to him. I pulled it out and an unfamiliar number flashed on my screen. I press e d answer and covered my other ear so I could hear.
    “Hello?”
    “Cage. Hey, man this is Jeremy. Where are you?”
    What the hell was Jeremy calling me for?
    “In Sea Breeze, why?”
    “I need a big ass favor. It’s Eva.”
    I stood up and started walking for the door in long strides.
    “What about Eva?”
    “I’m in Louisiana and she’s gone and got ten trashed again. I just got a call from Nelly. She said Eva was dancing on the damn bar.”
    “ Fuuuck ,” I growled and broke into a run. Digging in my pocket I found my keys and jammed them into the lock as I reached my Mustang . I wasn’t supposed to be driving but fuck that. I had to get to her. What if someone touched her? My chest pounded frantically in my chest.
    “Nelly is watching her but she said that someone needed to come get her and she hated to call Wilson . He’d be furious. Besides that he’s gone to the hunting camp to fish .”
    “Call Nelly and tell her to get Eva off the bar and make sure no one lays a finger on her or she’s gonna have one helluva bar figh t on her hands when I get there, ” I growled.
    Jeremy was quiet a second then finally said, “Okay. I will. Can I ask you something?”
    NO .
    “What?”
    “Is she just another girl for you? Or is she different?”
    I gripped the steering wheel tightly trying to control the range of emotions rolling through me.
    “Eva’s always been different,” I said through clenched teeth.
    “Good,” he sighed, “I’ll call Nelly.”
    I sl ung the phone down on the passenger seat. This was my fault. If someone touched her it would be my fault. It would also be my fault when the stupid fucker got his face pummeled.

    I pulled into the parking lot of Nelly’s and had the door open before I came to a complete stop. I’d managed to make an hour drive in only thirty minutes. It was a miracle I wasn’t behind bars.
    The heavy wooden door swung open and Becca Lynn came tumbling out in a pair of stilettos and hanging on the arm of a wanna be cowboy.
    Her glassy eyes met mine and she gave me a drunken smirk, “Cage York whatya doin ’ here?”
    “Where’s Eva?”
    Becca Lynn laughed and then shrugged. “Last I saw her she was dancin ’ on the bar.”
    I stalked past Becca Lynn and went inside. Scanning the room I searched for Eva.
    “You here for Eva?” the bartender called out.
    “Yeah,” I replied , walking over to her, “Where is she?”
    The lady threw a towel over her shoulder and stepped out from behind the bar, “Come with me.”
    I followed her as she unlocked a door to the left of the bar and