Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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I made my way through the crowded bar, eyes scanning for Ria. I left her at the bar to go to the bathroom as she ordered more shots. I spotted her across the room, leaning against the counter as she spoke with the bartender.
I slowed my steps as I watched her slide a napkin to the guy. Something in my chest stung. That napkin probably had her number on it. And, sure, I was used to casual flings. It was what I aimed for ninety-nine percent of the time but...
Somehow Ria had become a little too addicting to only have for one night. Maybe this was more casual for her, just a body to keep her bed warm until she found someone else.
The thought stung a little more than it should—and a lot more than I should've let it.
From here I couldn't hear her over the music.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Sam trying to wave me over.
I glanced at Ria, then walked toward Sam.
"I think I got something," Sam said, looking down at the newspaper in hand. "Though I am shocked you and Ria aren't glued together right now seeing as you were ten minutes ago. Where is she?"
"Yeah, well..." I shrugged, swallowing whatever bitter feeling was creeping up my throat. "What is it?"
Sam looked up. "Is everything...okay?"
I scoffed.
"Oh, you're back. Hey." Ria sat in the barstool next to me, a drunk smile on her face as she leaned against my arm. "Hey, Sam, while Dean was gone, I made friends with that girl over there. She's been eyeing you. I could set you two up. What do you say?"
"No thanks, Ria. I can get my own dates," Sam replied.
"Yeah, you can, but you don't," I stated, taking a step away when Ria leaned forward against the table. "Maybe she's right. You could use a date."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked.
"Nothing," I began.
"Oh, Sammy, don't be so stupid," Ria said.
"What do you go?" I asked, taking a seat. I felt Ria's hand land on my thigh as she leaned closer. I took her wrist, moving her hand from my leg.
Her smile fell, making my chest ache a little. She shifted away, eyes leaving mine. I swallowed the urge to apologize and make her smile again, looking back at my brother.
