Chapter Ninety-Nine

Mack

I laid in bed for fifteen minutes before deciding to go to Shamrocks. A drink with Cody might help calm my thoughts. Cody had an easy way of solving problems, and although his first instinct was to flee or disregard serious decisions, sometimes I wish I could decipher my thoughts as easily as him.

Putting on jeans and a Guardian’s T-shirt, I grabbed my jacket and headed for my car. I debated calling Kelsey on my way to the bar, but her stubbornness was driving me crazy, and I’d most likely put my foot in my mouth for the umpteenth time.

The bar was quiet for a Saturday night, and the moment I opened the front door, my body stiffened. There she was, my sexy little vixen, sitting with Mindy at the bar top, holding a glass half full of clear liquid. Was she drowning in her sorrows over me? Did she ache to be reunited as badly as I did?

Without thinking, I paced toward her, keeping both hands in my jacket pockets. If I didn’t find a spot for