Free Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2) by Stevie J. Cole

every grunge rock band from the 1990s and of course layered on the black eyeliner.
    After the band finished their first set the bar became quite enough for me and Constance to finally talk to one another.
    Propping her arm against the bar, she looked over at me. “So, what’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you give the first guy the eye.”
    I glared at her. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “Uh, you,” a sly grin crept across her lips, “are a slut puppy!” She threw her blonde hair behind her shoulders and reached for her beer.
    “Thanks, friend.”
    Constance had worked doubles the last two days, and I hadn’t had a chance to mention Gavin to her yet. I swallowed my imported Belgian lager and cleared my throat, “Well, there’s this guy at work — well, he’s better described as a man.”
    “Really? Hmmm.” Constance arched one eyebrow and puckered her lips out. “So do tell. What’s his name and how’s his ass?”
    “Gavin Hunter.” I grinned just hearing his name roll off my lips.
    Constance sipped her beer and sat the bottle back down on the bar. She peel ed at the label with her acrylic nails. “Sexy name,” she said.
    “Yep,” I nodded. “Dr. Gavin Hunter … neurosurgeon.”
    Her eyes widened and her lips stretched across her face. “A doctor, huh? I thought they were your arch nemesis, Brooke? Is he like the Kryptonite to your Superman, or have you finally come around to the fact that you should go for the big ballers?” She paused briefly to take a breath . “He’s not a creepy old man is he? If he’s a balding man, Brooke, I just can’t condone it.” She shook her head and her lips snarled up with repulsion. “Money bags or not, there’s an age limit.”
    R olling my eyes, I said, “No, he’s not old and balding. He’s fucking gorgeous.” I shut my eyes to better picture how incredibly delectable he was. “He literally glows. Oh God, he has this amazing wavy brown hair,” I waved my hands along my hair, “His face is — just — beautiful. Oh, and he’s British.” I knew that last little tidbit of information would send her over the edge.
    “Oh hell! I’m gonna need to meet this one.” She squinted her eyes and lowered her shoulders slightly . “So, how long do you think it’ll take for you to screw him?”
    I giggled, “The girl at work said he doesn’t date people from work. Evidently every girl has tried to get in his pants and he’s not interested.”
    “But none of those girls are you,” she smiled and enveloped the lip of her beer with her mouth, tipping the bottle back.
    I took a deep breath. My thoughts wander ed to how sexy he must be stripped down to nothing but his boxers, how a man that looked that good had no choice but to know how to please a woman. I snapped myself out of it quickly because I refused to stoop to the level of Trisha, or Nicole. As I’d told myself a million times, I was looking, just looking.
    After I finished my beer, I headed toward the restrooms in the back of the dark, smoke-filled bar. I reached for the brass handle and pulled the door open, revealing a group of girls standing at the sink freshening up their makeup.
    “The lead singer definitely made eye contact with me.” I heard one of them say.
    I just laughed to myself because the lead singer, Colton, was Constance’s brother, and a complete idiot. I was hoping the girl didn’t get her hopes up too high because she would be disappointed as soon as he opened his mouth and washed the eyeliner off.
    “Brooke?” I heard a familiar voice say.
    Looking over, I found Ashley, wobbling back and forth trying to keep her balance as she reached for the paper towels.
    I smiled. “Hey.”
    “ Hey gurrl!” She leaned over and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m swasted. “Shhhhh… don’t tewl on me.” She drunkenly placed her index finger on my mouth and we both swayed backwards, banging against the wall.
    “Okay, ” I laughed, and we exited the