Chapter 13 Ex Of An Ex

• Harley Finley
• After quickly pulling my shorts back up my legs, I ran after Colten but I didn't expect everyone's eyes to be glued to me when I reentered the bar.
• Every single pair of heated eyes glared me up and down. The big burly men at the bar counter, the skimpily dressed women that hung onto the guys as they played darts, and even the guys who surrounded Colten and Ian earlier at the pool table, all stared at me, looking my body up and down like I was the new kid at school. Seeing their knitted brows and narrowed eyes, I knew they didn't want to be friends.