“Is that just water?” Mr. leather pants leans closer, his smirk in place. “Let me buy you a drink.”
I steal a glance at Katy, hoping she’ll rescue me, but she’s deep in conversation with some guy who looks even worse than this one.
Time to wield my cross like a weapon. “I’m not interested,” I say, my tone flat. “Go bug someone else.”
“Bug?” he laughs, leaning in slightly. “I’m just trying to have a little fun with you.”
Okay, I really need to pee. I push off the bar and mutter to Katy that I’ll be right back, but she’s too busy with what her guy is saying to hear me. Fine. I’ll be gone for a minute anyway.
I slip into the crowd, weaving through bodies, when the unmistakable sound of boots follows too closely behind me.
“Hey, hold up,” Mr leather pants calls.
I don’t slow down. If a
