Page 153 of Sinners' Appetite
She’s embraced every second of our little fucked up love triangle. Even when I had my doubts that she would, or felt as though things might suddenly come viciously crashing down around the three of us,it never did.
She’s fucking perfect in every single way.
For both of us.
Onemonthlater.
“Uh—I ordered a cherry vodka lemonade…” the woman standing on the other side of the bar complains as she takes a sip of the drink I just served to her.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, let me re-make that for you!” I reply, shaking my head.
As soon as I turn around to dump it out and start all over again, Jeff comes walking up to me with a smirk on his face. “That’s the third drink you’ve fucked up on tonight. Are you okay?”
“Honestly, my mind is elsewhere,” I half-laugh.
“Go take a break, I got this,” he says, grabbing a clean glass from under the bar.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and head into the back, digging my phone out of my pocket to text Malachi.
I’m a fucking mess tonight. I just mixed three drinks wrong.
Is something wrong?
I think I’m a little distracted. I can’t focus on anything.
What’s on your mind, baby girl?
Everything. I hate being back in the city. I miss the lake and I miss Dean.
Me too, baby.
We should have just stayed…
We can talk about things when you get home later.
Okay. I love you.
Try to relax, baby. I love you too.
I tuck my phone back into my bag, take a deep breath and head back out to the bar, trying so hard not to think about how incredible the summer was with Dean.
I’d give anything to just quit this damn job and go back there. Surely, I could find work in the next town over and Malachi could continue to run his photography business. I think beingout on Dean’s property showed me just how much I dislike city living. It’s busy, loud and uncomfortable a majority of the time and I’ve had enough of it.
Just as I start to pour someones drink, Jeff comes up beside me and taps me on the shoulder. “You can take off for the night, if you want. It’s not busy, I can handle it. Lance is around here somewhere too.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to leave them high and dry in case it gets busier than it is right now. I know first-hand how stressful it can be when business picks up and we’re short staffed.
“I’m sure,” he replies.
With that, I head into the back again and grab my bag, sifting through it for my keys as I head toward the back door.
“You’re not walking out here by yourself!” I hear Lance call out to me before I even touch the door handle.
I roll my eyes. “My car is parked right by the steps, I’ll be fine!”
“Nope, not happening. I have strict orders from Malachi not to let you leave this club alone.”
“Really? He said that?”
