He choked on every feeling that swamped him. Every emotion that Becca had brought to life. Seeing her with his friends, watching her easy interaction, her smile, the way she held her beer—everything, had his stomach doing back flips. And that’s when he noticed the attention she was getting. Seemed every man in the place had his eye on her, along with the women. That’s when he realized what he had done. He had brought her to a place where he had picked up a lot of mindless fucks. Most of the women were nameless faces to him, but they all knew his name. It never mattered before. But it mattered now. There was no way Becca could not see them for who they were. She wasn’t stupid. Raking a hand through his hair, he felt like the bastard he was. He screwed up royally by taking her there. She was better than that. Deserved better than that. Deserved better than him. He fell backward and stared up at the ceiling fan that whirred in an endless circle. Then her scent tickled his nose. He turned his head and inhaled.
