Slay (Storm Mc #4)
“Jess asked while she straightened the bottles of alcohol on the shelf behind the bar.I watched her from the bar stool I’d sat my ass on fifteen minutes ago. Weariness had claimed me and it was only four in the afternoon. How the hell was I going to make it through the night? “No,” I answered her and did my best to ignore the ache in my heart. She jerked her head around to look at me. “Shit, what’s it been now? Like, five days?”“Jess, I know you’re obsessively compulsive about those labels facing out but even you’ve taken this too far. This is the third time you’ve done it today and the day’s hardly even begun,” I said, distracting her.Glaring at me, she muttered, “Shut up. We hardly have any customers and I get all fidgety when I’m not busy. The fucking labels call to me, and I can’t shut them up.”I laughed and held up my hands defensively. “The labels are all yours.”“Now answer my question,” she said as she finished with the bottles and gave me her full attention.I sighed. ... “Yes, five days.” I miss him.“Why don’t you call him? It’s not like you to let a man walk all over you.”I sighed. “He’s broken somehow.”She shrugged. “So? We all are in our own way, babe.”“Yeah, we are, but he’s really struggling with it at the moment I think.”“So push him. If you want to pursue something with him, fucking fight for it.”“I know I should, but .MoreLess
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