Page 30 of Broken Rules
Chapter Ten
“Hey, Savannah, checkme out, girl!”
“Hold on...almost there.” Savannah finished pouring a shot of tequila before she glanced over at Roger, her usual partner in crime on Friday and Saturday nights.
Roger grabbed the bottle of near empty coconut rum by the neck and snapped it out, away from his body. It did one rotation in the air before falling back into his hand, perfectly positioned to pour.
She smiled. “You’ve been practicing. Well done.”
Roger flashed her his megawatt smile. “Nothing to it,” he said as he seized the top-shelf vodka.
“No,” she called out but was too late. Roger snapped the bottle. It didn’t fly. Instead, it thudded to the ground on the rubber floor-mat.
“The trick doesn’t work on full bottles,” she reminded him.
He bent down and picked it off the floor. “This does,” he said, tossing the bottle high in the air, then spun around, his lean muscular body on exquisite display in his fitted Cove T-shirt. Without looking up, he caught the bottle and poured.
“Nice,” she said.
He gave her his best bitch face. “That’s it? That’s all I get?”
“What more do you want from me?”
Roger smiled. “For now, your undying devotion, but in a little while the new guy I told you about is coming in. I need you to talk me up. Tell him how wonderful I am. Tell him this place couldn’t function without me.”
“Roger, you work two shifts,” Savannah said dryly.
“Two important shifts,” he shot back.
She had to concede on that point. “Yeah, but where were you this last week when I really needed you?”
Roger turned away, placing the cocktail on the bar in front of a striking woman with pale skin, shiny, long red hair and a black fitted top. Her gaze was fixed on the door. “Here you go,” Roger said, drawing the woman’s attention. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes as she said thank you and took a sip before she once again shifted her gaze to the door.
“She’s being stood up,” Savannah said under her breath. Then in her normal voice she continued, “Just like you stood me up this week.”
He arched a brow at her. “I’m in school all week, remember?”
She stuck out a pouty lip. “I know, but I missed you. I had to deal with Skeevie Stevie all on my own.”
“That guy is still coming around?”
