My jaw tightens. I hold out my hand. “The drink.” The glass bobs in his hand like he’s considering something. Then he drawls, “Sorry, honey. Don’t think you need this today.” I watch in horror as he downs my drink in one long shot. Smirks. A squeak comes from the blonde girl behind him. Her blue-eyed gaze pinballs from me to the cowboy. Fists clenched, I stomp my heel. “You—you asshole.” “Tell it to the judge. Here.” With a cocky grin that lights a fire in my chest, he slides a glass of water toward me. “Cool off.”
