Maybe I could have handled the fact she showed up in the bar. Maybe I could have brushed off her appearance, the way she found the center of the room, marched right to it and stood there, turning in a slow circle, observing everyone as if they were there waiting for her to brighten their lives with her awesome. Except I just couldn't. Not when she caught my eyes, the way she smirked before finishing her turn, the way she settled her gaze on Jack. That made my gut churn. Because the instant she saw him she set her sights on him. And I knew anything Missy Prince wanted Missy Prince got.
Her high-heeled platform sandals clattered on the floor when she c****d one hip and stalked towards the guy I thought maybe I could have a future with if I could get over myself already. I should have gotten
