Chapter 25

"Antoine," she frowned at her patient. "Did you just chase away my bartender?"

He smiled and pulled up an empty stool beside her. "I didn't do anything!"

He was dressed in a simple flannel shirt and black pants. As usual, he looked good, very good.

Several ladies around them were throwing him interested glances.

"Then why did he go scrambling away like a cat with its tail on fire?" She asked suspiciously.

He'd practically run away and was now sticking to the other end of the bar

"He saw a better man?" He offered with a shrug.

Mikayla scoffed. "Right, Mr Arrogant."

"I can't help it. It's in the french blood," he said, accentuating his french accent. "Plus, a man who can't stand his ground for you isn't good enough for you."

"And I suppose you're the one who can stand his ground for me and therefore are good for me?" He grinned slowly and shrugged.

Mikayla shook her head and laughed. "You know what? Your arrogance is not entirely annoying."

"It's kind of sexy, isn't it?" he asked