He passes me three. “Aprons are available behind the bar before you start your shift. They tell me you’ve waitressed before. Where exactly?”
“Alexander’s Ale House, Rocket’s Café, and a fifties diner called The Bel Air.”
“Okay, great. So, you have experience.” He passes me a food menu and a smaller drink menu. “Study these, and you should have no problem. Tomorrow is Two for Tuesday. All drinks are half price from four to six. Your shift is three to nine. You get two fifteen-minute breaks. Oh, and here’s a layout of the club with the table numbers. It’s clockwise so you shouldn’t have any problem picking it up. Any questions?”
“No. I think that should do it. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Cody extends his hand. “Thanks, Ray. Like my president told you, this is a delicate situation, and we really appreciate you helping us out.”
“Of course. I hate to see anyone put in a dangerous situation.”
“Exactly,” Cody states.
“Thanks, Ray.” We turn and go back upstairs.
“He seemed nice,” I say when we get inside the apartment.
“Yeah. Hopefully, he’s not hiding anything. It doesn’t end pretty when someone steals from the club.”
I stare at the menus in my hands. “Guess I’ve got homework.”
He grabs one. “Come on, I’ll quiz you.”
I follow him to the couch and curl up in the corner, facing him. I peruse the drink menu. “Good Lord. Listen to these dumb drink names. Holy Water, Hippie Juice, Cougar Bait. Leg Spreader.”
“That one’s actually pretty good.”
I roll my eyes.
“Speaking of…” He grabs my knees, spins me around, and pulls me flat on my back, landing between my thighs.
“Wow, that was quite the move,” I giggle.
“Liked that, did you?” His mouth comes down on mine. “We’ve got the place to ourselves. I think we should make the most of it. What do you think?”
“I thought you were going to help me learn the menu.”
“They serve burgers and bar food. You’ll be fine.” He presses kisses all over my face, then starts to trail down to my cleavage. “You really think you can fit these babies into a size small t-shirt, Miss Ginger?”
I giggle again. “That’s Annie Benson to you, mister. What a dorky name, by the way. Where’d you come up with that?”
“Hey, don’t talk badly about Annie. We were in Mrs. Cunningham’s first-grade class together. She sat at the desk in front of me, and I teased her endlessly. I was totally in love with her.”
“Really?” I tease.
“Yep. That puppy love can be strong.”
“And memorable, apparently.”
“I never forget a beautiful woman.” He flashes his killer smile, and I know I’m a goner.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Cody—
I hang out at Lucky’s while Heather works. I sit at a table in the corner and mostly play on my phone, knowing the rest of the club is on lockdown until we find and deal with the two nomads from the Death Heads MC.
