The shrill ring of my damn cell shatters that.
“Yea?” I mumble. There’s barely a half-ass glow coming through my windows.
“Is this the Hilltop Bar and Grill?” An older lady’s voice is punctuated in the background by a wave of noises.
“It is.” Slumping back against the pillows, I flip to speaker so I can check my screen.
Seven in the morning? What the fuck. We don’t open until eleven.
“My name is Louise, I’m one of the chaperones for Oak Grove High girl’s basketball team. We’re going to be driving past your place in about two hours and was wondering what the chances would be that you could open just a little early for about twenty-five people?” Her pitch rises to stay louder than the sounds behind her.
That’s a lot of meals.
After cutting last night’s revenue short by kicking everyone out, I could use the extra money.
Son of a—
I gotta clean, too.
“Yea. Sure, I can open up for you. I’d be happy to. When?” Rubbing my eyes, I turn on my lamp on the nightstand.
It’s still too fucking early.
“Ten,” she says with entirely too much enthusiasm for this ungodly time of day.
Crap. “Sounds great, see you then.”
I nearly drop my phone on my face when I end the call.
There goes my plans for getting Sawyer to myself for a while before the doors open.
Scrambling out of bed, I beeline for a quick shower, then head downstairs to try and make some headway in the aftermath of the Halloween bash.
I don’t really care if the decorations stay up, there’s plenty of time to take care of those later.
For now, I gotta get the damn kitchen straightened and the garbage picked up.
None of the tables have even been cleared and wiped.
Jesus, I really let my hormones get the best of me.
After flying around like a mad woman, I just manage to get to the door and flip it to “open” when I see the bus roll in.
No way in hell is that only twenty-five girls rolling out of that bus. They’re wearing two different uniforms.
“Um, hi? Is that all one team?” I can’t help asking the first adult that saunters in.
“Oh, it’s the JV and Varsity team, plus cheerleaders.” The woman’s bright smile somehow dampens my already sour mood.
“Great.” My enthusiasm is one-hundred percent fake. “Just so you know, I’m flying solo at the moment, my helper is on his way in.”
“Not a problem, we’re ahead of schedule.” She herds a few of the younger girls to a group of tables near the stage.
I’m on the third order when I hear the bell over the entrance and the air in the room gets heavier.
Sawyer pauses with a different hat sitting cock-eyed on his head, his blue gaze leveled on me.
Shrugging my shoulders, I wince but continue what I’m doing.
