“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He shook his head, looking down at me like I was a disobedient child. “Let that be a lesson to you, darlin’.” He gestured around at the cowboys and buckle bunnies. “This isn’t your scene.”
I knew exactly what he meant by that and he was right. This wasn’t my scene and he didn’t want me. Hadn’t I been thinking the same thing when I walked in? Hadn’t I been trying to tell Emmy that? But that didn’t stop my chest from aching like he’d just reached out and struck me.
“You’re out of your league,” he continued, not unkindly but his words stung.
Of course. Humiliation had me feeling like he’d just jerked the carpet out from under my feet. I should have known. He wasn’t really hitting on me. He was mocking me. Making a statement. As if I needed him to point out th
