SPADE
“Robyn?” Oh, f**k! One second she was sitting across from me, the next second, she was slipping off the stool, and I was grasping the air to grab her hand. I rushed to circle out of the bar to find her lying on the floor.
“Ouch.” Grimacing, she groaned.
“Baby, are you okay?” I crouched down before her to cup her head, inspect her face for wounds or bruises.
Breathing raggedly, she glared at me, her nose flaring. And then she pushed me on the chest. “Don’t touch me! Get away from me, asshole!”
“Is everything okay in here?” Wave came in a rush. Behind him was Quinton.
“It’s fine.” I gave them a warning look. Though they were not convinced, they hesitantly retreated outside.
“I’m sorry. Are you hurt?”
“What do you think? Why the f**k do you even care? When you don’t even lis
