The Butterfly Knot
Lust and jealously trailed behind every step blondie made, but if she knew it she did a damn good job of not feeding into the mixture of reactions.
On the contrary, she seemed perpetually unbothered by the swiveling of heads watching her walk clear across them all and over to the bar. Two seats away from where I was, to be exact. Even with as dark as it was at 'All Five Inside', I could easily make out the attractive glacier blue of her eyes when they scoured every inch of the wide selection of alcohol in front of us, as if trying to decide what to get.
I kept an eye on her while distractedly ordering a plain vodka shot. Selby’s head bobbed in my peripheral vision, and I grinned gratefully f