I clenched my fists as he reached for her wine and took a sip.
“That’s Colby’s,” I found myself saying.
Banks narrowed his eyes at me, his smile knowing. “Enjoying a glass of wine together after a long day? How cozy.”
I was going to kill him. What the hell was he pulling?
Was this a joke?
“Here.” Banks handed Colby the glass. “Take a few sips for liquid courage—I don’t drive slow—actually I don’t do anything slow.”
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” I blurted while Colby took a few sips, then set the glass back down.
“Who?” Banks looked around the room. “Me?” He laughed. “You know I don’t do girlfriends… or should I say I never used to, and then this woman walked into my life, and, well, I think it may be time to rethink my life’s plan. The heart wants what it wants, you know?”
“No,” I grumbled. “I don’t.”
Colby’s face fell, which made zero sense because she didn’t feel anything toward me. At least not since our one disastrous date.
Right?
Right?
Tears pooled in her eyes.
Fuck.
I’d just hurt her feelings. Monica always said I was the most obtuse guy around.
Shit.
I tried fixing it. “No, that’s not what I mean, I meant—”
“Well?” Banks reached for Colby’s hand, completely ignoring me. “Let’s go, we have reservations.” As he walked past me he whispered under his breath, “I wouldn’t wait up.”
Before I could even mutter, What the hell, they were gone. I grabbed the other full glass of wine and stared at it in disbelief.
She wanted to go out on a date with Banks?
Banks was a complete player with absolutely no shame. Was he going to hit on her? Should I text her?
Warn her?
And why was she all dressed up?
She’d looked good.
Happy.
She never smiled at me like that. I’d had her rage, her annoyance, I’d had it all, but this? This was new territory. A territory I was suddenly angry someone else had discovered.
A pang of jealousy shot through my chest as I swiped my phone from the counter and sent off a text.
Me:
You know he’ll sleep with anything, right?
Colby: