When she stepped away, he finally opened his eyes and met her gaze. The confusion and emotions filling hers shook him, and he felt the first wave of regret, of self-disgust. How could he have done that? How could he have kissed her that way, knowing what he knew? And how in the bleeding hell could he want to go back to her and kiss her again?
He blew out a breath and nodded slightly at her words. Not wanting to see her rejoin her boyfriend, he turned and headed back toward the bar. He could really use that stiff drink now. He would worry about how they would salvage their friendship later.