Foreplay: the Ivy Chronicles
“The room throbbed noisily in my ears. A glass broke near the bar and he didn’t even look that way. Without a word, he turned, pulling me after him. I marveled at how bodies seemed to part for him. He didn’t even use his elbows. He simply cut through the crowd.
“Where are we going?” I shouted at his back, recovering my voice.
He didn’t even glance behind him. And yet I knew he heard me. His fingers tightened ever so slightly around my hand.
A horrible thought seized me. As we passed the long length of bar and stepped onto the ramp that led into the smaller back room where food was served, I gave voice to it. “Are you throwing me out?”
As mortifying as that would be, he could do that. He worked here, after all. Would he? Had it come to that?
We approached the counter where a girl in the classic Mulvaney’s T-shirt scrawled orders onto a notepad and then stuck the slips of paper behind her onto a spinner for the cooks.
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