“You should’ve brought her,” Romero said.
When Sarah looked at Alex again, he was staring at Romero, but didn’t say a word.
Eric laughed. “Scored? She shot you down on Friday, and she was drunk. She takes one look at your mug sober, she’s gonna freak that she even let you kiss her.”
Alex’s eyebrows shot up. “You kissed her?”
“She liked it,” Romero said, more to Eric than Alex.
“So, you went out with her?” Alex asked.
Romero turned to look at Alex. “Nah, we hung out after the game. All of us did at the beach.”
“But you kissed her?”
Sarah squirmed, wanting to disappear. Alex had that same tone he’d had on the phone with Valerie. The same unmistakable tone Angel would get when he was getting heated.
Romero made a face. “Yeah, so what? I can’t help it if the chicks dig me.”
Alex rolled his eyes, and looked at Eric. “And she shot him down?”
“Yeah.” Eric laughed.
Sarah nodded vigorously, and then stopped when she saw Romero was looking at her. The look on his face was almost comical. “She told you that?”
“Well, no… I mean… I can’t tell you what she said. It’s girl talk.” She stood up quickly. “I’m starving.”
“You got shot down.” Alex smiled.
Sarah could see it was a forced smile. Angel stood up with Sarah and followed her to the buffet table. When they got back, Romero and Eric were arguing again about the Chargers and Alex was gone. Something told Sarah Valerie would be getting that call she’d been waiting for.
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Alex stalked through the restaurant, feeling his muscles tense up with every step he took. She kissed Romero? Or was it the other way around? He couldn’t even remember now. The irritation was already clouding his memory. It took everything in him not to reach across the table and wring Romero’s fucking neck after hearing his “chicks dig me” remark.
He knew Valerie didn’t owe him any explanations—he wasn’t entitled to any answers, but he wanted some, damn it. They’d just slept together that week and it had been incredible. Sure, he hadn’t called her since, but he’d been busy. He was going to eventually.
Alex didn’t know what pissed him off more—that she’d kissed another guy so soon after being with him, or that it was Romero. Pushing the back door to the restaurant open, he walked out and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He should really wait until he was a little calmer. At least until the visual of Romero’s lips on Valerie’s wasn’t still blazing in his brain. But he needed to talk to her now.
He waited for her to answer, the anger building with every ring.
“You kissed Romero?”