Body Shots by Amber Skyze Page B

belted out a rock tune.
    Tucking a strand of his shoulder-length blond hair behind his ear he felt her eyes on him.
    A glance over at the bar proved correct. She was standing wiping a glass dry with a white dishtowel staring intently at him.
    “Thank you,” she mouthed.
    He nodded, gave a quick smile and turned his attention back to the stage. He’d deal with Sierra or Laura or whoever the fuck she was calling herself these days later. Right now he wanted to finish his beer and concentrate on the night ahead.
     
    Sierra shivered. Why had she agreed to let Reed and the other members of Foul Play, be part of the lineup at her bar? She was beginning to believe that along with lying to him about who she was, this was one of the dumbest ideas she had. But when he entered her bar, she panicked. So she resorted to the only thing she could think of—being someone else. They say everyone has a twin in the world. Ha! What were the chances of having a twin with the same scar on her right cheek? Slim to none.
    And what if someone blew her cover? Everyone knew her by Sierra. Would she make it through the entire night without someone calling her by her legal name? Highly unlikely. So why had she risked it all and agreed to let him back into her life, even for one night?
    Because she couldn’t say no .
    It didn’t matter that ten years had passed. No. He still held a place in her heart and she couldn’t refuse him. And it was a good thing she hadn’t. She didn’t know what would have happened if he weren’t here tonight. No one else stepped up to Johnny when he got out of hand. No one but Reed. And Sierra feared he might find himself in a heap of trouble down the road. Johnny McCoy didn’t take kindly to being challenged. Topped with the fact Reed had made him a laughingstock. He’d likely be out for blood. No one intimidated him. Until Reed. And his daddy might not like it too much either. But Reed had no clue who his father was. He stood up and took out the trash so to speak. Sierra always let Johnny and his friends do as they pleased. After all he was the son of the sheriff. She couldn’t mess with that. Not if she wanted to keep her liquor license.
    She was very thankful for Reed’s help, she just hoped it didn’t come back to haunt her, in the form of Sheriff McCoy.
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    When Lita’s band finished Sierra watched the singer as she made her way to Reed. The two seemed to be chatting easily. Jealousy filled Sierra as Lita laughed at something Reed was saying. Would they hook up before the night was over? She wasn’t sure she could handle something like that. She wasn’t ready to witness Reed with another woman but she couldn’t begrudge him happiness either. Oh why had she agreed to this mess? The least she could have done was scheduled them for a different night, when Lita wasn’t there. Because Lita was beautiful. All the men drooled over her. Normally she didn’t seem interested but tonight she did.
    A twinge of pain seared her heart as Lita reached out and touched Reed’s arm. He pulled her into a hug, their bodies lingering longer than a friendly embrace. She tried shaking the anger and feelings of betrayal overwhelming her. He wasn’t hers. He never could be.
    Foul Play finally went on stage and Sierra breathed a sigh of relief. Reed would be busy and couldn’t catch her staring at him and Lita . The few times he came to the bar, he caused her heart to flutter. But he immediately returned to Lita .
    She ran her finger over the scar. It was her reminder that no man would look at her the same. She was damaged goods. Yes, the scar had faded over the years. The plastic surgeon had done the best he could at the time but it didn’t erase the disfigurement she’d lived with all these years. And the other scars. The ones hidden by her clothes. She had to live with the horrific memories of the accident. Though the nightmares weren’t as frequent, she sometimes pictured the moments after impact and Reed