Pretty Filthy Lies: An Unconventional Love Story (Pretty Broken Book 2)
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“I’m just saying is all,” Jack shrugged and changed the subject. “So what do you do?” As he talked, he took a coffee cup from underneath the counter, set it on a saucer in front of her and filled it halfway with rich black coffee. “I mean when you’re not darkening the doorstep of my bar.”
“I’m a controller.” The coffee cup slid silently over the polished counter as he nudged it toward her.
“Yes, I bet you are.” He smiled. More dimples. “I mean, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a controller.” She pushed the coffee back towards him. “Get me a whiskey and Coke, please. I’m a CPA – certified public accountant – and I have a very important job with a big company.” The words came out boastful and arrogant; she sounded like a drunken idiot and cringed inside.
“I know what it stands for. Drink.” He nudged the coffee back at her. “I guessed it was something boring like that…although I had you pegged for a kindergarten teacher.” He cocked his head and studied her. Before she could stop him, he took her hand in his and wrote something on the palm of her hand with the pen from his back pocket. “That’s my cell number,” he said. “In case you ever need to talk to someone or whatever. If you get any more bottled up, you might explode.”
She opened her mouth to make a smart-ass retort, but two people at the opposite end of the bar caught her attention. Her heart fell out of her chest and landed on the sticky bar floor with a sickening thud. Brian, ex-fiancé and thief of dreams, stood next to Jack’s Seat of Shame with her ex-best friend Becca, laughing over some private joke –– probably Ally and the humiliation they had forced upon her last week. Ally’s fingers dug into the counter as Brian leaned over to give Becca a kiss. The whole room spun at the tender brush of lips. Suddenly and painfully sober, Ally curbed the urge to crawl underneath the bar to hide.
Damn it, what were they doing here? Brian had a business dinner scheduled for tonight, one that she was supposed to attend as his date before The Breakup. She’d assumed that he would take Becca in her place, and they’d be too busy fornicating on the living room sofa afterward to show up at Felony. Yet, here he stood with his hand in her ex-best friend’s back pocket, looking as if he was having the time of his life.
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