Fred, being the fool she loved, tossed his head back and laughed. “Sure, I bet they’ll all believe that.”
She rolled her eyes but moved down the counter to wait on the next customer. There wasn’t time inher life for a man. Her mother had taught her well what needing one could and would do for a woman.
Over the next hour, she and Fred worked their asses off until they finally called last call. Taeloree and Jamie rushed to get their orders in and out, wanting to keep everyone happy.
Chapter Two
“Ican’t believe we made it through an entire evening without one fight,” Jamie exclaimed.
Blair and Fred froze. Taeloree dropped her tray. It was an unwritten, unspoken saying that you didn’t mention the word fight in a bar. You definitely didn’t say one didn’t happen, or you would invite said fight to occur.
“What? What did I say?” Jamie asked, spinning in a circle.
The music played at a low decibel as the DJ began shutting down for the night. Hence, those in close proximity easily heard her little announcement.
“You are not the brightest bulb in the pack, are you?” Cheryl, a regular, asked.
Jamie glared at her, then at Blair. “How rude. All I said was—”
Taeloree slapped her hand over Jordan’s lips before he could utter the same words again.
“Jamie, have you ever heard of jinxing? That is literally what you just did,” Fred muttered.
The guy’s eyes widened.
Taeloree nodded, then removed her hand. “Exactly. Now, spin in a circle three times and say I’m a dumb ass.”
Jamie started to turn around.
“Don’t,” Blair said. “Jamie, for future reference, don’t say anything about such things. After you’re home and tucked safely in bed, go right ahead. Okay?” Blair asked.
“Got it, Jinx. Oh, is that why they call you? Never mind. Shutting up.” Jamie spun on his booted feet and walked away.
“That boy done lost his mind, or maybe he ran for a train when they said brain,” Fred muttered.
Jinx locked the back door after she and Fred walked out. “It’s freezing out here. I swear I could cut glass with my nipples,” Fred said, shivering exaggeratedly.
“If you wore a bra, you’d have extra padding for those titties,” she joked.
“Sounds like someone needs warming up.”
She and Fred spun at the sound of the male voice. The sight of three men leaning against apickup parked next to her jacked-up Ford F350 pissed her the fuck off. “What’s up, guys?”
“Not much. We just wanted to make sure you got home okay. How about we give you a lift?” the man Jamie had said reminded him of a mix between Glenn Powell and Kellen Lutz asked. Jinx saw the resemblance, kind of. He definitely looked a lot like Glenn but had Kellen's bulk. Yet the guy was a complete dick. The assholery literally oozed off him.
“Thanks for the offer, but I got a ride. I hope you have a Merry Christmas,” she said, trying to sound chipper.
“Why don’t you send your friend on his way, and you come with us? We promise you’ll have the best night of your life.” Fake Glenn moved forward.
Blair felt Fred move closer to her side. “Are you carrying?” he asked in a low whisper. Frank and the others left a half hour before them, which meant these fuckers had been waiting and watching.
“In my bag. I don’t think I’ll have time to pull it out before the fuckboy is on us,” she whispered.
“What’re you two saying?” he asked, taking a menacing step forward.
The sound of someone approaching from the side drew their attention. Blair’s breath stalled in her throat. The man was enormous. Well over six and a half feet tall, broad-shouldered, sporting a mohawk with several braids interspersed throughout the blond and brown mass.
“Hey, babe. We got a problem?”
