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“Zac,” Presley says my name with a laugh. But the kid must see the scowl on my face because he hurries forward and takes it out of her hands.

“Thank you, Drew.” She looks back at me, her brows furrowed. ‘That was so rude.”

“Him walking by and seeing you holding the fucking tray with shit all over it, not offering to help, was fucking rude.”

Presley grabs my arm and moves me off to the side. “What’s going on with you?”

I don’t answer her but instead ask my own question. “What time do you get done?” Her scowl deepens. “What time?”

“Nine,” she replies and I look at my watch.

“I’ll wait.” I look around for an empty table and see one to my left.

“Zac.” She follows behind, pausing next to the table I am now sitting at. “What is going on?”

“We need to talk,” I tell her, feeling like I am about to come out of my fucking skin. She works forty to fifty hours a week already. Picking up an extra shift doesn’t sit well with me. In fact it pisses me off. “You might not like me when we’re done, but you need to hear me, and you need to really let it fucking sink in this time.” I lean back in the seat, pulling out a menu because I need something to do with my hands. What I really wanted to do was pick her ass up and carry her out of here now.

“I’d offer you a coffee, but I think you’ve already had enough caffeine.” I know she is trying to make a joke but I don’t have it in me to laugh, not right now. I’m entirely too fucking wired.

“Water,” I say, “but have one of these other assholes get it. Why don’t you go take a break?”

“Because I just had a break thirty minutes ago.” She stares at me. “I can get the damn water myself.” Presley turns around and walks away. Less than a minute later she is setting a glass of water on the table next to me. It sloshes out and onto the table from her practically slamming it down. She is scowling at me as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out two capsules and places them next to the water.

“Takes those.” She points to the table.

“What is it?” I lean in to get a better look.

“Midol, you prick, because I’m pretty sure you’re pms-ing because you are acting like a raging bitch.”

She doesn’t wait for me to respond before storming off, and I have no other choice but to smile. Yeah, tonight is going to be heated, in more ways than one.

ChapterTwenty

Presley

“Jesus, Presley.” Heather steps up close to my side. “I swear that man got hotter since the last time he was in here. Please tell me you took my advice and jumped him the first chance you got.”

“Right now that man is on my shitlist, and there is a strong possibility he may not make it through the night alive.”

“Death by sex.” She sighs and I roll my eyes. “Sex with a god like that would be an amazing way to go.” She isn’t wrong, because he is pretty good, but I won’t tell her that. Right now I am angry and I refuse to let it go.

Who does he think he is showing up here with that kind of attitude?

“More like strangulation,” I tell her as I cash out my machine and plug it into the charging port. “Just promise me if I call you later and need help hiding a body you won’t ask any questions, you’ll just show up with a shovel and leave your phone at home so no one can pin you at the scene.”

She laughs, as I walk away and grab my coat.

“Angry sex is super hot.”

“Girl you really need to find you a man,” I tell her rolling my eyes.

“Tell me about it, he wouldn’t happen to have a younger brother would he?”

“You can have him,” I tell her, picking up my bag and tossing it over my shoulder.

“Please don’t tease me, that is incredibly cruel.”

Smiling at her, I push through the swinging door, turn around, and come face to face with none other than the Neanderthal I’d like to tie to my bumper and take for a spin around the block.

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