“I’ve been to every store on Main Street, every cafe and diner, the library, the dog groomers, even the cemetery andnobodyis hiring. I swear, if I stay in that house any longer than I have to, I’ll scream.”
“Shit, babe. Things that bad at home?”
“You’ve met my dad,” I deadpan.
That’s the only explanation she needed. “Gotcha.”
“He called me a whore.”
She slams down her drink. “Hewhat?”
“Took one look at what I was wearing last night and said I looked like a whore, so that was the cherry on top of my already perfect evening.”
“How the fuck can he say that? You looked gorgeous! God, Your dad’s such an asshole.”
“You can say that again,” Jett comments, placing my drink down on the bar in front of me.
“You not his biggest fan either?”
“He’s had it out for us for as long as I can remember. He hates the MC. Thinks we’re scum. Safe to say he’s not too popular around here.” Jett rests an elbow on the bar top opposite me. “You uh… say you’re looking for a job? Couldn’t help overhearing but I could use an extra pair of hands around here if you’re interested?”
“I’ve never worked in a bar before.” In fact I’ve never worked anywhere before.
“Well, it just so happens that I’m anexcellentteacher. Seriously, you’d be great.”
“And you’ll hire me, just like that? I have no experience.”
“You need a job, I need an extra body behind the bar to help serve drinks. One of my waitresses just quit and I don’t have time to go through all the interview shit. It’s a win-win for both of us.”
“Eva quit? What did you do tothisone?” Fi asks.
“Might’ve accidentally fallen into bed with her sister.Oops.”
Fi makes a noise resembling disgust. “You asshole! I liked Eva.”
“I liked her too.”
Fi turns to me. “Go for it, babe. What other options do you have? I suppose as long as you don’t jump into bed with him,you’ll be fine.”
“No chance of that.”
He slaps his palm to his chest, stumbling back a step like I pushed him. “Oof, just tear my still beating heart out of my chest, why don’t ya?”
I bite back my smile.
“Come on,” Jett encourages.
“What’s the worst that can happen?” Fi adds.
“Um, I get arrested for attempted murder when I put poison in Killian’s drink?”
“You let me handle Kill, sugar. You won’t have any more problems with him, I promise.” Jett assures me.
“Quit making excuses. Take the job,” Fi orders.
Working here would mean crossing paths with Killian Hunt on a regular basis, something I’m eager to avoid but I’m shit out of luck finding work anywhere else. And at this point in time, I can’t afford to be picky.
“Okay, fine, I’ll give it a go,” I concede.
