Page 148 of Never Stop

I shrugged. “Maybe. It would only be for a few hours at a time, though.”

She smiled. “I hope so. We miss you around here.”

I smiled in return. “Thank you. That’s good to hear.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Just cranberry juice with a lime garnish. Hell, put it in a martini glass. I’ll pretend I’m drinking.”

Dominca laughed. “You got it.” I watched as she poured the aurora colored juice in the martini glass. “I’m excited about the band tonight,” she said as she set the drink in front of me.

“Me too,” I responded. Having a band play always brought in more business. Halo was starting to fill up and I knew a normal Thursday night would turn into the weekend.

As I was sipping my mocktail, Easton came around the corner from upstairs. A smile spread across my face. Even though I’d seen him only hours before at home, the man still made my heart flutter when he walked into a room.

Our gazes met, and he began walking toward the bar pass. Just as he slipped inside, someone stopped him, and I assumed ordered a drink because Easton nodded and reached for a glass. I watched him smiling, laughing and in his element. Memories of us fucking on the bar in front of me swirled in my head, and my smiled widened. That was a good night.

“Excuse me.” I turned to see a chick leaning over the bar trying to get Dominca’s attention. The woman was the total opposite of me. Tall, blonde with ample breasts trying to spill out of the top of her dress. She was stunning.

Dominca stepped toward her. “What can I getcha?”

“That guy over there.” The blonde pointed to Easton. “Is his name Easton?”

Dominca’s eyes flicked to me for a beat, and then she answered, “Yes.”

The chick’s body sagged as if she was relieved. “Oh good. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.”

My head twitched because her words struck me as odd. She knew his name but didn’t want to make a fool of herself? I was about to ask her how she knew my husband except she thanked Dominca and walked toward Easton.

“What’s that all about?” Dominca asked me, washing an empty glass.

“I have no idea,” I replied, my stare glued on Easton.

It felt as though I was watching a silent film of my fears. The chick stood at the bar pass, leaned over enough so she could reach Easton, and tapped his arm. Easton turned to her, and her smile grew. I couldn’t see Easton’s face, but before I knew it, he was lifting the wood pass, and they were in each other’s arms.

I wasn’t sure what to make of it. My husband was hugging a woman in front of me. Normally, I wouldn’t care, but this chick was beautiful, and they clearly had some sort of history. I waited for Easton to motion toward me. I was his wife, and an introduction should be in order. Instead, they stood there and talked. Talked and laughed to be exact.

My heart clenched in my chest as insecurities raced through me.Once a cheater, always a cheater.Was that really true? Surely Easton wouldn’t flirt in front of me. Right?

Not wanting to watch the silent movie in front of my eyes, I stood from my stool and made my way to the pair. As I neared, Easton turned his head toward me. He was already smiling, and I expected it to fall when we made eye contact. It didn’t. Instead, he reached out his hand for me to take and I did. He pulled me to him, his arm around my shoulder.

“Genevieve. This is my wife, Brooke.”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. It was as if she were confused.

I stuck my hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Her gaze moved to Easton and then back to me. “It’s nice to meet you too.” Sarcasm laced her words.

“How do you two know each other?” I asked.

“We used to model together,” Easton responded.

“Now, Easton,” Genevieve giggled, “we didmorethan just work together.”

I sucked in a breath, trying hard not to show emotion to her statement. I knew Easton had been with plenty of women before me. That didn’t bother me. What got to me was that they did “more” when he was modeling which meant she was one of the women Easton cheated on Dana with.

“Gen,” Easton scolded. “That was a long time ago.”