Chapter 8

Liam

I could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she opened and closed those soft-looking plump lips, trying to figure out something to say.

“Come on,” I said with a flick of my head.

I led her toward a booth and threw two fingers up to Ryan, my best friend, and the bartender on duty. He nodded at me and started pulling a beer from the tap. Clementine shuffled her feet as she sat down.

“Nervous?” I asked her.

Her shuffling instantly stopped, and she glared at me. “No,” she lied. It would have been flawless if I couldn’t hear her heartbeat giving her away.

Ryan came over with the drinks himself. “I wasn’t going to trust April not to spit in it.” he mind-linked me. I nodded my gratitude and slid a beer across to Clementine. She stared at it like it was an alien entity.

“Not a beer drinker?” I asked.

She picked up the glass and took a sip. A small amount of head lingered on her upper lip. “I was just curious as to what the catch was,” she said as she licked the remaining foam