Wavy, shoulder-length blond hair shone dully but the rest of him remained in shadow.
I’d thought I was alone but a guy sat slouched in the corner. “Want another?” a deep voice asked, startling me. I should put in a request for bigger boobs, a smaller ass, and better choice in friends while I was at it.Īnd money enough to pay for my sister’s college education and to keep a roof over my head, of course. This was an opportunity not to be missed, like I hadn’t wished a million times or more to cross paths with someone from the band. I’d quit lurking in the shadows, pull my head out of my ass, and go back inside. Once the drink was done, my lonely-girl pity party was up. My beer, however, was almost finished and I hesitated to head back inside. That would solve everything, for tonight at least. The air seemed colder now, making my bones ache like I was an old woman. Dark clouds drifted across the crescent moon. I put away my cell, took another mouthful of beer, and stared out at the city. “What if I do a different shift for her? Is it something she can move?” I could actually feel the guilt slinking up on me. “I spend Sundays with Lizzy,” I said carefully. “Can you work Sunday? Tara’s had something come up. “My gross sofa is there if you need it, okay?” “You think it’s haunted by the ghosts of coitus past?”
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