Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Five Deaths of Roxanne Love: A Page a Day (8)

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At the same time, a niggling sense of disquiet wormed its way into her addled brain.
“I’ll be right back with your drink,” she mumbled.
As she turned away, the stain caught her eye again and her unease tipped into foreboding. The power of the feeling on the heels of her embarrassment gave it a disproportionate weight that made it all the more disturbing. What the hell was wrong with her tonight?
She served the man’s drink quickly, avoiding his eyes and returning to the safety of the bar like an awkward teenager with a really bad crush.
A minute later her twin brother pushed through the swinging door from the kitchen. “Eighty-six the meatloaf,” Reece said, eyeing the deserted bar and tables. “We should just close up for the night.”
“Ryan says not before midnight.” Ryan was their older brother and the boss.
“Ryan says,” Reece mocked.
He caught sight of the man sitting in the corner and paled.
“Who’s that?” he demanded, turning his back as he filled his cup with ice and soda.
“A customer?” she answered.
He scowled at her. “I don’t think so. He looks like a cop.”
Surprised, Roxanne gave the man in question a glance. He didn’t look like a cop to her, but he had this dark, sexy as sin, if George Clooney were Latino thing going on that lent him a mysterious, dangerous air. 

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