#Chapter 18 – Bartending for you
Abby

Karl hands me a glass of water, and I take a few small sips.

I’m still a little drunk, but I feel better now that I’m away from the bar. Thank G od Karl was able to

teleport us out of there, even if it made me throw up the minute we appeared on his front lawn. Another

blessing, in retrospect, considering I feel a lot less dizzy than I did before.

“Why were you there by yourself?” Karl asks, sinking into the chair across from me.

He sounds a little mad, but I know his anger isn’t directed at me. Not completely, at least. I’m surprised

he didn’t tear that guy’s head off. If he had, I don’t think I would have felt the need to stop him. Just the

memory of those possessive hands on me makes me shudder.

I’m draped across Karl’s leather couch, my clutch abandoned on the floor beside me, and my heels

toppled over nearby. There are a few bruises on my wrist from where that guy grabbed me, and Karl’s

eyes keep lingering there, his gaze darkening.

“Leah was with me,” I say.

“I didn’t see her.”

I shrug and place my glass on the ground. “She went off with some guy.”

“Good friend.”

“I told her it was okay,” I admit. She offered to stay with me, but I didn’t want to hold her back from

having fun. It was s tupid, but I thought I’d be alright by myself.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “I’ve never seen you that drunk.”

“I don’t usually get that drunk.” And I’m not too interested in getting that drunk again. Feeling dizzy and

slightly nauseous is never fun. Neither is throwing up on your ex-husbands perfectly manicured lawn

while he holds your hair.

I decide to change the subject before he decides to scold me. “Why were you hanging around there?”

“For fun, I guess.” He doesn’t sound convinced. I wonder if someone else dragged him there. His

cousin maybe.

be. I could never get you to go out back

were married.”

always wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually

time to

of some

then,” he says. “But things have stabilized. I have

things now than

to

weigh what he

for the Alpha party,”

work than

know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his face.

has in

and a part of me could tell he was pulling away,

to myself at

“Do you?”

“You’re just as

his face.

part of me wants to believe him, but I

what happened with your employees. I wanted to help

did. I’d be more surprised if he didn’t butt into my business.

in passing up the information,

get involved.

buying reviews on social media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant.

a direct copy

in. My throat burns, and I

cry, I tell myself, but tears well up

don’t know what I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving

out what I need to say. “I have no

do all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and wait tables

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire and

tears fall, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–” I take

don’t want to lose my restaurant

cry harder. It feels good to let it out.

puts

he says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

don’t I make you a drink,” he says, standing. “How

cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

in the corner and gets out the shaker. A

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