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And mine.

I tucked a lock of hair around my ear.

I truly couldn’t forget about that part.

But he did have a past. Maybe that woman knew him then. Or maybe it was a smart ass comment from a fan.

Or maybe she’d just been an asshole.

But there was definitely no reason for her to be in New York.

Chapter 29

Griffin

Locked In

While I’d been swapping out kegs for Lennon for the last few months, it was far different to be behind the stick.

At least that’s what we’d called it at the bar on the base where I’d done most of my bartending. As well as the lean years while Reversal of Fortune had been finding our footing.

The rest of the band had been more interested in the drinking part, but I’d been a damn solid bartender. Enough that it paid the rent on my shithole apartment.

CJ and I worked in concert, me cleaning up after her making sure the glasses were ready and the cooler full of bottles, as well as behind the bar was tidy, but we were getting buried. I jumped in to pour and she gave me a rock on gesture.

Elmer had settled himself at the end of the bar, watching everyone and basking in the attention when people stopped to pet him.

I was busy pouring when a familiar face stood in front of me.

“Now you’re actually bartending? You’re giving all of us a bad name, you know.” Justin drummed his fingers on the bar.

“I said I’d pitch in. CJ doesn’t seem to mind.”

She laughed. “He’s more useful than you are. Good thing you’re hot, Jus.” She winked at him.

He grinned back. “I was plenty helpful last weekend now wasn’t I?”

CJ snickered. “That wasn’t at work.”

I shook my head. Justin played with fire when he hooked up with people at the orchard.

Justin flipped his hat around so the brim was at the back. “Hot Honey if you have any left.”

“You really need to keg that up, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. I had to source enough honey for a full batch. We’ll have some before mid May.”

I popped the top off a bottle and slid it in front of him. “Might want to think about distributing that one. Based on the changeouts, it’s going neck and neck with Firefly.”

“Hmm. Good to know. Got any whiskey back there?”

“Nope. Gotta go up top for the well drinks.”

“Well drinks. Listen to you.” He laughed and tipped the bottle to his lips for a long swallow. “Damn, that is good. I’m going to go bug Dawn before the kitchen closes.” He saluted me with the bottle.

“Take Elmer with you.”

“Elmer?”

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