Matt

She moaned. Kissed my mouth in a sweet, sorrowful brush. "I'll see you Friday at the bar?"

I had to clear my throat to speak. "Yeah. Wouldn't miss it."

"Laters, handsome."

Watching her go left an empty ache inside me. And that ache didn't abate until I strolled into Winter's Den two nights later and saw her grinning at customers.

What in the hell was this? These errant feelings swirling. The insane need to be near her all the time. Wanting her ...