Page 22 of The Bartender's Baby

“You will, and we’ll help you as best we can. You deserve it. So does she.”

I walked with her out to the floor. Dylan and Tabby were nowhere in sight. “Text me when she’s home. Since she’s pissed at me, she won’t respond to my texts now.”

She smiled. “Of course. We’ll take care of her for you.”

“Thanks.”

After a stop at the booth they had been sitting at to pick up her coat, Genevieve was out of the door, and I was behind the bar.

Bran greeted me while hanging glasses on the rack above our heads. “’Sup, boss?”

“What would you think about taking on more responsibilities around here?”

“Yeah?” He brightened. “I could handle that.”

I patted his back, passing him on my way to help a patron. “Yeah. I was hoping you’d say that.”

SIX

NATE

It didn’t long for my “best friends” to start up their bullshit.

Jude

So.

Jude

We gonna talk about it or…………?

Dylan

hes ignoring us

Liam

We can also go back to our own thread and talk about it.

You talk about me in another thread?

Liam

Yes.

Jude

Obviously.

Jude

Especially when you beat the shit out of Tabby’s baby daddy.

I should have killed him.

Dylan

u gave him a split lip black eye and some kidney shots

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