She felt bad for Manny, their
dishwasher, who had to be stuck in the kitchen with Reece for the rest of the
night.
She thought about
following her brother and forcing him to talk to her, but what was the point?
He’d either take his bad mood out on her or whine about having to work on
Friday night, and she’d heard it all before. Love’s had been opened by their
grandparents back in the days when Mill Avenue had a producing flour mill and
Tempe, Arizona, had been a sleepy town. When their father had died, the bar
became theirs. It was a piece of their heritage that they all held on to, even
though lately it felt more like labor than love.
With a frustrated
sigh, she went back to work, but business was slow and her two customers had
full drinks. She wiped the bar, forcing herself not to look at the man in the
corner or the stain on the ceiling.
But she couldn’t
help it. Every few minutes she glanced up, eyeing the splotch balefully. Unable
to shake the feeling that it was some kind of omen.
She couldn’t stop
peeping at the stranger in the back either. He sat alone, nursing his Wild
Turkey, pretending to mind his own business. But he was still watching her. She
could feel it.
If he was a cop,
why was he watching her?
And what did his
presence have to do with Reece being strung so tight? The last time her brother
had been such an ass-hat, bad things had happened. Things she didn’t even like
to remember. The thought of living through them again made her bones ache.
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