A curious brow lifts in her direction. โList?โ He questions as he drains the remaining bourbon in his glass, he nods at the bartender that he too would like a whiskey. โAnd what sort of list would this be?โ
"I better be. Otherwise, I'd really suck at this job." She teased, motioning for the bartender and ordering a whiskey. "Luckily for you..." Brooke glanced at him. "You're not on the list this time."
โJeezโโ she whirled around to face him with wide eyes. โmake a noise or something,โ
Rolling her eyes she plucked her pom-poms up with a fond smile.
He doesnโt look up, but thereโs a hint of a smirk on his lips. โBrooke. It has been a while, yet still, youโre very observant.โ He lifts his eyes to meet hers, bringing the glass to his lips.
[Remaining silent for a moment he gives what the brunette has said some thought before responding.]
Next time she decides to run that loud mouth of hers, itโll be your tongue I takeโwhile she watches. I think thatโs more of a fair trade, donโt you agree?
Oh Elena, this confidence you carry now days is very enlightening.
If your daughter dares even breathe another word in my direction, Iโll tear out her liver.