CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE:Dying For a Fight
He blocked out Rita's pointless natter for the umpteenth time that night. Usually she wasn't this bad, but she probably sensed what was going on between Jamie, Lily and Dirk, and she was trying to turn Jamie's attention back to her? Nice thought, but it wasn't working. He just found her more annoying than ever. The small sparks he had felt for her ten minutes earlier were dead and buried for ever. They couldn't be resurrected. Not now that he had seen Lily again.
Every limb in Jamie's body ached for a fight. When he had seen Lily in that gorgeous dress, looking as ravishing as ever, he'd felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. When he'd seen that weedy, little prat with his match stick arm around her, that adrenaline had been mixed with burning anger and jealousy. Their eyes had met, his and Dirk's, and it was all he could do not to stride across the floor and pound his ugly face in.
Jamie had read it in his eyes that Dirk was thinking along the same lines as himself, but for some reason, he hadn't done anything. Maybe he knew that Jamie would just win the fight. Jamie was stronger than him and had more fighting experience than him, after all. Dirk was a wimp, no more than a pussy cat curled up in a ball on Lily's lap.
Well, Jamie was having none of it. If he wanted a fight, a fight was what he was going to get.
Jamie's eyes slid from the doors Lily had vanished behind to her boyfriend, standing alone on the dance floor. He had his back turned on Jamie and his date. He really did look pathetic and sad when he was alone, Jamie thought. He didn't have Lily to defend him now. He would be able to take that lanky bastard with his eyes closed and with one hand tied to his back.
Dirk turned around and their eyes met for the second time that night. His eyes were blazing with the same hatred Jamie felt.
Come and take me, little boy, Jamie silently teased.
That was when things finally started to get exciting.
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