“I won’t.” I shake my head, smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. “See you tomorrow.”
They disappear back into the crowd just as Jennalyn storms down toward the other end of the bar. When she gets there, she turns her gaze back at me long enough to roll her eyes dramatically. Her attitude instantly changes when a group of attractive men step up to the bar, already loud and clearly drunk.
Surprise, surprise. Suddenly she’s eager to work.
I shake my head and go back to work. She is not going to spoil my good mood.
About thirty minutes later, a familiar voice cuts through the noise. “Can I get a beer?”
I glance up and grin as my old friend slides onto the stool I now call his, laughing.
“Well if it isn’t Abraham himself. I’d given up hope that you were going to grace me with your presence tonight.”
“Had things to do, sweetheart.”
“Uh huh.”
“I can’t stay long though,” he says. “Got somewhere to be tonight.”
I slide a drink toward him.
“Got yourself a hot date?” I ask with a wink.
“Something like that,” he replies.
He has a couple drinks, chatting with me during the break in customers like nothing in the world could be wrong, then tosses some cash on the bar and heads out.
As the night drags on, Jennalyn gets fucking worse. When she isn’t trying to order me around at the bar, she disappears for long stretches, leaving customers waiting on someone to fill their drink orders.
It hits me like a rock to the head. I’m done. When I see Carlos standing off to the side, I lift my hand and wave him over.
“Everything okay?” he asks, stepping behind the bar.
“Can you watch the bar for a minute?”
“Yeah,” he says, glancing around. “Where’s Jennalyn?”
I snort. “Your guess is as good as mine.” Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I fire off a text to Bash.
Me: I’m done for tonight. The BS with that bitch is too much. I’m out. Notice in full effect.
Me: BTW Carlos is at the bar. She’s MIA.
Then I flip over to the chat I have with Luke and Josh.
Me: Leaving work early. OMW home.
I shove the phone back in my pocket, not even waiting for his reply, and head for the door.
The second I step into the front area, I stop dead in my tracks.
Jennalyn is practically wrapped around Hank’s body. Her hands on his chest. Her body pressed against him. And he hasn’t pushed her away. He has his hand planted firmly on her ass.
Fuck him. And fuck her. I storm toward the door fighting the urge to not kill them both.
“Where are you going?” she shouts.
I don’t even turn around. Instead, I throw my hand up in the air and give her the middle fucking finger as I push my way outside. The cool night air hits me and the bass from inside is muffled by the closed door.
