Chapter 18

“Hello, yourself.” I put my arm out, shake my sleeve back, and make a display of glancing at my watch. Her eyes light up, as I’d hoped. It’s an expensive watch, and yes, it can be said that I try to use things like that to my advantage.

A hand grabs my forearm with a grip that is surprisingly strong for the wee fingers managing it, and Stacy says, “Not tonight Brian—”

“Brenda,” our lovely stranger growls.

Stacy doesn’t correct herself and before I can go off on the reasons that she should, she tells Brenda, “Boss man is my guest, and he’s already meeting somebody.”

“I could just…” I say as Stacy starts pulling me away. “Get her…number…”

“You’re not interested.”

I lift both eyebrows. “On the contrary—”

Stacy stops in her tracks and turns to eye me. Her expression is dead serious. “You are not interested,” she repeats. “Rumor has it that at least three of that bastard’s exes have the GRID, and I think it’s safe to assume that—”