Page 82 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“Okay,” she said slowly as she got out of bed. “I just worry about you.”

I smiled at her, feeling a wave of affection for my baby sister. The one great thing about coming back to Wagontown was reconnecting with her.

After throwing on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Gilly grabbed her keys. “Let’s go,” she said with a grin.

When we arrived at the Pig, I turned to my sister. “Thanks, Gilly, for everything. I’ll see you later.”

She waved and smiled and I got out of the car, anxiously hurrying inside. I had no idea what this shift would bring.

It still seemed kind of strange that the place belonged to Oliver now; all the work he’d done had given it a different feel. It wasn’t bad, but I missed the old Pig every once in a while. After all, it held a lot of nostalgia for me.

As soon as I walked in the door, I spotted Krista cutting up lemons and limes at warp speed.

She hissed and put her finger in her mouth. “Stupid citrus acid,” she grumbled.

“You shouldn’t bite your cuticles,” I scolded, knowing it was a bad habit of hers. I put my hair up and washed my hands, nudging her aside with my hip and taking over.

Her finger still in her mouth, Krista wrinkled her nose, turning to wash her hands and get the rest of the bar ready. She pulled down the top shelf liquor—expensive vodkas, tequilas, rums, and bourbons.

My eyes widened. “They really must be good tippers, ordering everything top shelf.”

“They really are,” she chuckled. “They’re a little needy, but they’re very nice and very rich.”

“Is it a business or something?” I asked, curious. I didn’t know that many rich people in Wagontown other than Oliver and his family.

She nodded. “It’s Oliver’s board.”

I froze. “So it’s the people he works with?”

“Everyone on the oil magnate board.” She paused. “I think his dad is coming, too.”

I let out a long breath.Great. “Perfect,” I mumbled, and Krista raised an eyebrow but didn’t push.

There was too much to do for her to be nosy, I guess.

It took us about half an hour to get everything set up, and by then, people were already starting to trickle in. There were men in three-piece suits that probably cost more than my car, the women wearing expensive shoes and toting designer handbags.

They started to sit down as I finished setting up the bar, Krista and Raoul taking orders. We’d decided that since I was the fastest pourer, I’d stay behind the bar until they began to order entrees. I bounced on my heels, waiting for the orders, and when they started to come in, I began to pour. I was sweating by the time I finished the first round, grateful that Raoul and Krista were serving.

I huffed out a breath and walked back to the walk-in freezer to get some cool air. It helped a lot, especially since I was starting to feel dizzy. Maybe Gillian was right. Maybe I should think about lowering my hours. I certainly wanted to keep the baby safe. I was starting to show, but the apron covered it.

I hurried back out to the bar, seeing that I had a couple more drink orders. While I was making them, Oliver’s father walked in.

I lowered my head and focused on the drinks, trying to avoid eye contact, but he walked right up to the bar anyway.

“Alexandra?” he called softly.

I hated it when people called me by my full name. It always made me feel like I was in trouble or something, because my parents only did it when I was being scolded.

“Lexie,” I corrected him, looking up into his eyes, so much like Oliver’s.

He was a handsome man and he was aging well, even if his belly was a little rounded. Oliver clearly got the best from both of them.

“Lexie. It’s lovely to see you.”

“Is it?” I asked dryly.

He leaned forward, lowering his tone. “Oliver told me about my grandchild. I just wanted to say congratulations.” He paused. “And that... I’m sorry.”

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