One Night Charmer. Maisey Yates

woman.

      He had a feeling he should know the woman’s name, had a feeling that he probably did somewhere in the back corner of his mind. He knew everyone. Which meant that he knew a lot about a lot of people, recognized nearly every face he passed on the street. He could usually place them with their most defining life moments, as those were the things that often spilled out on the bar top after a few shots too many.

      But it didn’t mean he could put a name to every face. Especially when that face was halfway across the room, shielded slightly by a hat.

      “Who is that?” he asked.

      “Sierra West,” Jack said, something in his tone strange.

      “Oh, right.”

      Ace knew the West family well enough, or rather, he knew of them. Everyone did, though they were hardly the type to frequent his establishment. Sierra did, which would explain why she was familiar, though they never made much in the way of conversation. She was the type who was always absorbed in her friends or her cell phone when she came to place her order. No deep confessionals from Sierra over drinks.

      He’d always found it a little strange she patronized his bar when the rest of the West family didn’t.

      Dive bars weren’t really their thing.

      He imagined mechanical bulls probably weren’t, either. Judging not just by her pedigree, but by the poor performance.

      “No cotillions going on tonight, I guess,” Ace said.

      Jack turned his head sharply, his expression dark. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      “Nothing.”

      He didn’t know why, but his statement had clearly offended Monaghan. Ace wasn’t in the business of voicing his opinion. He was in the business of listening. Listening and serving. No one needed to know his take on a damn thing. They just wanted a sounding board to voice their own opinions and hear them echoed back.

      Typically, he had no trouble with that. This had been a little slipup.

      “She’s not bad,” Jack said.

      Sierra was a friend of Jack’s fiancée, that much was obvious. Kate was over there talking to the woman, her expression concerned. Sierra still looked mutinous. He was starting to wonder if she was mutinous toward the entire world, or something in particular.

      “I’m sure she isn’t.” He wasn’t sure of any such thing. In fact, if Ace knew one thing about the world and all the people in it, it was that there was a particular type who used their every advantage in life to take whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it, regardless of promises made. Whether they were words whispered in the dark or vows spoken in front of whole crowds of people.

      He was a betting man. And he would lay odds that Sierra West was one of those people. She was the type. Rich, a big fish in the small pond of the community, and beautiful. That combination got you whatever you wanted. And when the option for whatever you wanted was available, very few people resisted it.

      Hell, why would you? There were a host of things he would change if he had infinite money and power.

      But just because he figured he’d be in the same boat if he were rich and almighty didn’t mean he had to like it on other people.

      Jack’s defensiveness of Sierra made Ace a little bit suspicious. And he made a mental note to keep an eye on that situation. He didn’t like to think that Jack would ever do anything to betray Kate. If for no other reason than that her older brothers would kill him dead without one shred of remorse between the two of them.

      Hell, Ace would help. Kate was a nice girl, and up until she and Jack had gotten together, he would never have said Jack was a nice guy. A good guy, sure, but definitely not the kind of guy you would want messing around with your little sister.

      He looked back over at Kate, who patted her friend on the shoulder before shaking her head and walking back toward the group. “She didn’t want to come sit with us or anything,” Kate told them, giving Jack a sideways look.

      Now he wondered if she was an ex of Jack’s. If she was, he also wondered why Kate was being so friendly to her.

      Kate Garrett was good people, but even she had her limits, Ace was sure.

      The Garrett-Monaghan group lingered at the bar for another couple of hours before they were replaced by another set of customers. Sierra’s group thinned out a little bit, but didn’t disperse completely. A couple of the guys were starting to get rowdy, and Ace was starting to think he was going to have to play the part of his own bouncer tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time.

      Fortunately, the rowdier members of the group slowly trickled outside. He watched as Sierra got up and made her way back to the bathroom, leaving a couple of girls—one of whom he assumed was the designated driver—sitting at the table.

      The tab was caught up, so he didn’t really care how it all went down. He wasn’t a babysitter, after all.

      He turned, grabbed a rag out of the bucket beneath the counter and started to wipe it down. When he looked up again, the girls who had been sitting at the table were gone, and Sierra West was standing in the center of the room looking around like she was lost.

      Then she glanced in his direction, and her eyes lit up like a sinner looking at salvation.

      Wrong guess, honey.

      She wandered over to the bar, her feet unsteady. “Did you see where my friends went?”

      She had that look about her. Like a lost baby deer. All wide, dewy eyes and unsteady limbs. And damned if she wasn’t cute as hell.

      “Out the door,” he said, almost feeling sorry for her. Almost.

      She wasn’t the first pretty young drunk to get ditched in his bar by stupid friends. She was also exactly the kind of woman he avoided at all costs, no matter how cute or seemingly vulnerable she was.

      “What?” She swayed slightly. “They weren’t supposed to leave me.”

      She sounded mystified. Completely dumbfounded that anyone would ever leave her high and dry.

      “I figured,” he said. “Here’s a tip, get better friends.”

      She frowned. “They’re the best friends I have.”

      He snorted. “That’s a sad story.”

      She held up her hand, the broad gesture out of place coming from such a refined creature. “Just a second.”

      “Sure.”

      She turned away, heading toward the door and out to the parking lot.

      He swore. He didn’t know if she had a car out there, or if she was intent on driving herself. But she was way too skunked to drive.

      “Watch the place, Jenna,” he said to one of the waitresses, who nodded and assumed a rather important-looking position with her hands flat on the bar and a rag in her hand, as though she were ready to wipe crumbs away with serious authority.

      He rounded the counter and followed the same path Sierra had just taken out into the parking lot. He looked around for a moment and didn’t see her. Then he looked down and there she was, sitting on the edge of the curb. “Everything okay?”

      That was a stupid question, since he already knew the answer.

      She lifted her head. “No.”

      He let out a long, drawn-out sigh. The problem was, he’d followed her out here. If he had just let her walk out the door, then nothing but the pine trees and the seagulls would have been responsible for her. But no, he’d had to follow. He’d been concerned about her driving. And now, he would have to follow through on that concern.

      “You don’t have a ride?”

      She shook her head, looking miserable. “Everyone left me. Because they aren’t nice. You’re