Bren? And asshole? NO! Never! People shouldn't listen to rumors and gossip, or pay too close attention to his mannerisms. Maybe they shouldn't pay attention to him at all.
Instead of sitting at the bar like when he met Paige this time he'd chosen a table off to the side but with a direct line of sight of the front door. He'd watched every guy who came through the door from behind his mug of beer, but no one had matched the guy he remembered being around his little sister when she'd been in high school. To be fair, his memory of the guy was a little fuzzy...until he came walking into the bar.
Bren recognized Devon immediately. He'd been set on following the guy by his dad when they'd found out there was some sort of interest there involving Violet. He hadn't aged much in appearance which meant he'd probably been bit round about the time Bren had gone looking for Ash. Huh.
He waited until Devon was passing by his table then shoved an empty chair with his foot making it bang into Devon's leg. "Lookin' for someone?"