I glance over, praying to God she didn’t call Tessa, but it’s worse. She called Everett.
I groan and drop my head on the bar. “I was told I was needed because there was a belligerent drunk who needed a ride?”
“Fuck off.”
“I see it’s you. Well, this is new.”
Hazel hops off the chair. “My work here is done. Good luck getting him home.” She leans in and kisses my cheek. “Tell her how you feel, Killian. I bet she feels the same.”
If only it was that simple. “I did,” I tell her, but when I look over at Hazel, she’s already gone.
Huh. She was right here.
I look around, swearing that…did she disappear?
“You did what?” Everett asks.
Seriously, where the hell did Hazel go? “Is she a witch?”
“Hazel? Probably.”
“That would explain so much,” I say aloud.
He laughs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
I pay Max, or at least I throw down a bunch of money, half of which Everett grabs back, shoving it in my jacket pocket.
I drape my arm around his neck and stumble my way to his truck.
He climbs in, and I lean my head against the window. “I swear, if you puke, you’re buying me a new truck.”
I give him a thumbs up. “Do you know what?”
“I don’t.”
“I have a kid,” I tell him.
“Yes, I know.”
“She’s twenty-five.”
Everett laughs once. “You’ve told us.”
“Did you know she’s a girl?”
“That must’ve slipped right past my notice,” Everett informs me.
“I’m glad I could let you know.”
My words are starting to come out slower and I can’t feel my lips.
Thank God.
Now I won’t remember the way they felt against Tessa’s. Maybe next my body can go numb too. That would be really nice.
I lift my arm to wipe my face, but end up slapping myself.
Fuck. That hurt.
