“Being a girlfriend has perks. I would’ve fought her,” Greta said.
“My money’s on you, G-spot.” Tanner added with a cheeky smile. She ate it up and raised both her arms in the air.
“First girl fight—well, almost girl fight—is accomplished. You should tweet about it, Ronnie.”
“Yeah. I will.” I would as soon as my dick calmed down. She was still sitting on me. Still wiggled on my lap and if she didn’t get up soon, I would have to explain the major boner I had going on.I’d rather shit doesn’t get more confusing than it already is.
“Good.” She pushed herself up and cleaned up our empty glasses. “I’m almost off but I saw her itching to get her hands on ya, so I thought I’d save your pretty ass.”
“Always so thoughtful,” I teased, finally able to breathe since she wasn’t on top of me with her sweet smell. “I’ll walk you back still.”
“Whatever. No need, but I think ice cream sounds good.” She glanced at Tanner with an arched eyebrow. “You can tag along if you want, TJ.”
“I’ll think about it. I have plans later.”
“And by plans, you mean an ass to plow,” she said. Tanner spat out his drink. She chuckled and patted his back. “Too far?”
“You never cease to amaze me,” he replied after coughing up the beer. “But I’m going to be here for your show, no matter what.”
“Good to know. Okay, see you later.” She took off.
Tanner watched her walk away and tapped his fingers against the table. We small-talked for a bit and he began to pull at his collar. He avoided my eyes for a minute before he rubbed his chin. Dread filled me at his expression.
“I gotta tell you something, man.”
I’d assumed as much, but all I did was nod at him.
“You know Greta and I had a thing last year, right?” Tanner said, the words slowly making their way into my brain.Greta and I.
The glass in my hand shattered and spots flashed in my vision.
Chapter Nine
Greta
I made over two hundred dollars in tips that night. Elation didn’t begin to cover it—I could put a lot away. I’d buckled down to create a budget each week a couple of days ago and, based on that plan, I knew I was over my goal for the week.Hell. Yeah.“I’m heading out, Clyde. I’ll see ya later.”
“Goodbye, Greta. Keep promoting the show on your social media accounts. There has already been a lot of buzz. This might help us beat Geo’s.” His somber face broke into a weak grin and I rolled my eyes. He was such a worrier. He needed a chill pill.
I waved over my head and heard the shattering of a glass. It came from Aaron’s table and I ran over there. “Ah! What happened?”
“Nothing,” Tanner said a little too quickly. “I’ll get the broom.” He took off and Aaron avoided my gaze.What the hell?
“Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he barked. His hand was bleeding, his throwing hand, and I panicked.
“Let me help.” I frowned, hoping the bar still had a first aid kit. I climbed onto the bench but he used his other arm to push me back.
“I’m good.” His jaw looked like marble, it was so damn tense. I reached out to touch it, but changed my mind. The vibes he was putting out were not good. “I’m going to go clean this up.”
I hadn’t moved out of the way yet so he stood and nudged me with his hip. I had no choice but to move to the side and I felt slapped in the face. He looked livid. My fingers shook and I fought the urge to cry.What happened?Clyde appeared a second later with a rag and a disappointed face.
“Another one bites the dust,” he said as he picked up the large pieces of glass. “I hate when glasses break.”
“Are you emotionally attached to them?”
“No. I made the mistake of ordering nice ones. Bad move. Each time one breaks, I cry inside.”
