Page 25 of Savage Spades

He smiled. “No, I’m okay, thank you.”

She nodded and went back to cleaning up. Kit scrolled through his phone for the next hour as he waited. He sent a quick text to Megan:I’m sorry about earlier. I’m happy you’re back in town.

The door opened, and Cam walked in, dressed in a tight shirt that dipped low enough that if she bent over the bar, he’d probably get a good look at her rack. Her face was red as if she’d been running around. She didn’t even notice him sitting there.

“Hey, sorry, I would have been here sooner, but I had to swing by the school to talk to one of my professors.”

“It’s cool; it’s not like we’re busy.”

Cam looked around and caught his eyes briefly before turning back to her friend.

“Let me put my stuff down, and you can go.”

He watched her ass as she walked to the back. A man with dreadlocks came out of the kitchen and grabbed a drink.

“You think I’ll get sent home?” the man asked Jen.

“Yeah, probably. We’ve been slow all day,” Jen replied.

There was no way Cam could have paid off Venom if her business was slow like this. The front door opened, and a tall man walked inside. His eyes were bloodshot-red. Kit sat up straight and watched the man.

“What can I get you?” Jen asked as the man plopped down in a stool.

“A shot of vodka,” he slurred.

Jen hesitated, as if deciding whether or not to serve him before grabbing a shot glass and pouring.

Cam came back from around the corner with a smile on her face. “Okay, you can go. I got it from here.”

After setting the shot glass in front of the man, Kit watched as Jen grabbed her purse from behind the counter and said goodbye to Cam. The cook went back in the kitchen, and Cam walked over to him.

“Your turn to babysit? I like the other guy better,” she teased, leaning over the bar enough that he could see down her shirt.

He grinned. “You like him better, but you don’t even know his name?”

“His name is Zeke,” she said proudly.

“You’re learning.”

He liked this teasing side to her.

“You get beat up again?” she asked.

“Something like that.”

She reached her arm out, and her fingers lightly grazed his face. Her hand was soft and gentle. Despite how much his bruises hurt, her touch was light. He stared into her soft, green eyes. She realized her mistake and quickly pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, a lot of women have problems keeping their hands off me.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed off the bar.

“Another one,” the tall man at the end of the bar demanded. He slumped over, resting his head on the bar.

“I think you’ve had enough," Cam said, walking over to the man and putting her hands on her hips.

“Stupid bitch,” he mumbled.

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