nonsense, no veiled suggestions of any kind. Now this was something she could get on board with. Bellamy turned to look at the source of the voice.
The manâs eyes were right on hers as she peered up into his classically handsome face. His blond hair was slicked back with a suspicious amount of product, but then again, she could do worse than a guy who cared about his appearance. She exchanged a look with Holly, who had already gotten the subtle nod from Jenna.
What the hell. If they were going to get their drink on, they might as well make it a party. The guy seemed nice enough; plus, how bad could it be with Holly and Jenna at her side?
âWhy not,â Bellamy said, giving up a smile.
âMarcus Lawrenson.â He extended his hand. His handshake was softer than she expected, but the smile that went with it had potential.
Marcus was not prettier than her.
Which made him absolutely perfect in her book.
Chapter Five
Shane leaned a forearm onto the bar and took a lazy draw from his beer. The Double Shot already teemed with its typical Friday night crowd, and even though going out wasnât necessarily Shaneâs thing, it was hard to find anything wrong with a cold beer after a long day.
âSo, can I ask you a question?â Jackson gave him a look that suggested he was going to no matter what Shaneâs response turned out to be.
âShoot.â
âHow come you work so much? I mean, I like cars as much as the next person, but really? Every guy needs a break. Hook up with a girl on the side, maybe get a little drunk here and there, go fishing with his buddies. You? For the year Iâve known you, all youâve ever done is put your nose to the grindstone. What gives?â
Shit. Shane knew this question was overdue, yet heâd still been dreading it. âNothing gives. Iâm just a get-it-done kind of guy, thatâs all.â Shane shrugged, hoping Jackson would drop it.
Not a chance. âLook, I know you saved Gradyâs business from going down the tubes after he had that heart attack last year. If you hadnât drifted into town when you did, heâd have probably ended up having to sell the place. But still, you gotta loosen up, Shane! Lifeâs too short, you know?â
Shane had all but drained his beer during the course of their two-minute conversation, and he was gonna need another one, stat. âIâm loose enough, man. Really, youâre worried over nothing.â
Jacksonâs laugh turned a couple of nearby heads, even with the music blasting from the speakers. âReally? When was the last time you got laid?â
âThatâs a little personal, donât you think?â Shane placed his empty beer on the bar and signaled the bartender for a replacement, dodging the question like a pro.
âSounds like itâs nothing personal to me. Come on, Shane. There are tons of pretty girls in this bar. Iâm not saying you should marry one of them, but it wouldnât kill you to get somebodyâs number, would it?â
âI just havenât met anybody Iâm interested in, thatâs all,â he replied, wanting nothing more than for the conversation to end. Jacksonâs eyes scanned the bar with careful precision, and Shane narrowed his gaze on his friend.
âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm trying to find a girl who looks interesting. What about her?â Jackson flicked his gaze down the bar and let it settle on someone in the crowd by the door.
âMarcus Lawrenson? I donât think heâs my type,â Shane chuckled.
Jackson let out a breath, exasperated. âNot Captain America, you dick. The girl heâs talking up.â
Shane smirked, finally enjoying himself a little bit as he turned around. âOh, all right. Letâs see who Marcus has his sights set on tonight.â
As soon as Marcus shifted his stance, giving Shane a clear line of vision to the girl leaning against