“That’s what I thought. You’ve been here a couple of weeks, and you didn’t bother to call.”
Jen was at her side, but her eyes were on Zane. She looked utterly fascinated. It made Zane uncomfortable. “You know this guy? Wow, Cal, he is stunning. I would really like to paint you.”
Zane ignored her. He was too busy paying attention to Callie. “I didn’t think you would welcome a call from me. I figured you were married and stuff.”
Her smile held not a hint of humor. “Well, I showed you, didn’t I? Not married. Not dating. Still alone. I haven’t even…”
He thought he knew what she was talking about. She hadn’t had sex since him and Nate? How was that possible? Her face was a flaming red. “Babe, I couldn’t call you.” Was she looking at him? Could she not see his freaking face?
“You’re like a fallen angel. It’s really beautiful.” Jen’s nose was a bright red. Girl couldn’t handle her tequila.
“Well, as I see the cell phone in your pocket, I can only assume you couldn’t call me because you didn’t want to.” There were tears shimmering in her eyes, and his heart was going to shatter if she cried.
“Callie, look at me.” He turned his face straight to her, so she couldn’t miss a single inch of the scars that ran down the left side of his face. Besides the long one, there were two others. One on the side of his jaw, deep and puckered, and one across his forehead. He’d damn near lost his eye. Only Nate had managed to save him. She couldn’t even see the scars on his body.
She snorted. “Yes, you’re horrible. All of your hotness is gone. Don’t give me some lame story about how a few tiny marks are supposed to make me not want you. They’re scars, Zane. Get over it. You’re gorgeous, and you know it. Just be honest. You slept with me as a favor to Stef, and that was it. It’s fine, but don’t lie to me.”
“You slept with him?” Jen’s mouth was wide open as she looked between them.
“At least Nate was honest enough to tell me he didn’t want to see me.”
“You slept with the sheriff, too?” Jen asked.
He was going to beat the sheriff to death for putting that look on Callie’s face. He felt his face bunch up and was sure he sounded like a pleading little boy. God, if he still had a chance with her, he wanted to take it. If she could see past how awful he looked, he’d do anything for her. She’d haunted his dreams every night for the past six years. The fact that she was here and still thought about him, too, well, it just floored him. “Babe, I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you so bad. But you can’t possibly want me like this. You have no idea what I’m like now. And these aren’t the only scars I have. They’re everywhere.”
Callie shrugged out of his grasp. She was on her feet. They were encased in little sandals with ladybugs on them. “Like I said, Zane, at least Nate was honest with me.”
She stalked off toward the dance floor, and Zane was left staring after her. Her ass swayed as she approached the jukebox.
“Seriously, you have to let me paint you. You are amazing.”
He squinted at the brunette. “What are you talking about?”
He needed a minute to catch his breath. If he went after Callie, he would be on his knees in a second, begging her to give him just one night. Just one. He needed to get this situation under control because she hadn’t reacted the way he’d expected.
“I’m talking about the dichotomy of your face. It’s amazing. The things you must have been through. It’s really beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Are you insane?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Oh, no, I’m an artist.”
She slid into the seat Callie had recently vacated. Zane had a sense of her leaning in, but his eyes were firmly on Callie. So far no one had crowded her, but two assholes in leather vests and blue jeans had eyes planted on the delicious little treat.
Jen was still talking. “You’re the perfect model. So beautiful.”
He had no idea how to respond to the drunken artist. But maybe she could help him out. “Why hasn’t Callie gotten married?”
Callie’s body was swaying slightly to the sounds of Metallica. The two guys eyeing her were talking to each other and then looking back at him. He growled a little and bared his teeth.
“See, wow, that’s just hot. Ummm, I guess Cal isn’t married because she never found anyone. It’s hard in a small town. And then there’s the fact that she’s always busy. And her mom only died last year.”
Zane turned suddenly. “Her mom died?”
Jen nodded. “She had cancer for a really long time. Callie took care of her. Callie takes care of everyone.”
Yes, he remembered that. She was very concerned with the comfort and well-being of those around her. Even during their crazy weekend, when she should have been content to let them treat her like a princess, she had taken care of them. She had rubbed his scalp when he got a headache and cuddled against Nate after he’d gotten off the phone with his dad. She hadn’t asked questions, just been there. He bet everyone took advantage of her nature.
“So, you slept with my friend and then dumped her?”
Maybe Jen wasn’t as wasted as he thought. “I didn’t dump her. I had a job to do.”
Jen’s lips pursed. “Must have been a great job to leave someone like Callie.”
It hadn’t been. It had been hell. He’d give anything to go back. He’d refuse to go and refuse to let Nate go. “You think Callie and the sheriff have something going on?”
“Well, I certainly do now, given the fact that they have some sort of super freaky past where she slept with both of you. Did she do you at the same time?”
“None of your business.” They hadn’t. He and Nate had decided she was too green to take her together. There hadn’t been time to prepare her. He’d dreamed about it, though. Apparently Nate didn’t have the same thoughts. He was planning a sweet little vanilla life with the girl of their dreams. Screw that. He wasn’t giving her up. He jumped off his barstool. “And you can tell that town that she’s taken.”
“She is?”
He nodded. She would be once he was done.
Callie tried to focus on the jukebox menu, but all she could see was Zane’s beautiful face. He had a few scars. Anyone could see that, but she wasn’t stupid. He was still a gorgeous giant of a man. His hair was longer than she remembered. It was pitch black and curled at the ends. His face was so masculine it was as though someone had carved it. His jaw line was perfectly square, and he had a sharp blade for a nose. His eyes were a deep green and intelligence still sparked out of them.
That was a lie. There wasn’t a lick of intelligence in him if he thought she was falling for that whole “I’m not good for you” crap. Like she hadn’t heard that before. Next he would want to be her friend because he didn’t like her that way. Story of her life.
She was not going to cry. Nope. No crying allowed in the tough biker bar. If she thought it would be hard living in the same town with Nate, how bad would it be with Zane here, too? It would happen all over again, watching two men she cared about search for what they wanted when what they wanted wasn’t her.
Tears made the jukebox menu a watery mess. What had she expected? They’d had a couple of nights together years ago. It meant the world to her, but they had probably had so many women, she was lucky they remembered her face. She couldn’t be mad at them. It was the way the world worked. Women like her didn’t get guys like Nate and Zane.
“Hey, pretty lady, you with that rough rider back there?”
Callie looked up into a very rugged face. There were two of them, bikers both, or so their leather vests proclaimed. They appeared to belong to some form of horde that claimed Colorado as their home. The men had no right to call Zane rough. They were far rougher than Zane.