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instant relief floods her face. I stop by Logan and Justin’s table before heading behind the bar to help her out.
    “Molly is a fucking liar.” She looks worried, stressed, and sexy all at the same time. If I didn’t feel sorry for her, I would be totally turned on right now.
    “And why is that, Red?”
    “She told me tonight would be easier than last night. Does this look easy to you?” She waves her hand across the bar, drawing my attention to the full tables and barstools. I’ve seen Ricky’s busier on the weekends, but I don’t dare tell her that.
    “What do you need help with? I’ll get you caught up, and then teach you a few more drinks.”
    She points to the drink tickets coming out from the printer at the end of the bar.
    “I’m so fucked right now. Just start making those. I don’t know what I’m doing at all.”
    She looks so fragile at the moment, like she could break down right here behind this bar. I place my hand on her shoulder and turn her around so she’s facing me. “Red, calm down. You got this. Now, take a breath and let’s get you caught up.” She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. When she opens them, she still looks a little frightened, but stronger than she did thirty seconds ago.
    We spend the next thirty minutes working side by side, getting out drink orders like pros. What Dani lacks in bar skills, she makes up for in charisma. She hands out a few wrong drink orders, but the guys forgive her because she seems sweet and she’s fine as hell. The ladies forgive her because she seems so nice and relatable.
    I teach her a few more drink combinations, trying to focus on making sure her pours are correct, so each drink gets the right amount of liquor.
    After a few hours, the bar has calmed down some, mainly filled with regulars ordering drinks that Dani has down at this point.
    “So, Red, how are you gonna handle tomorrow? It may get a little busy.” I’m lying; I know without a doubt it will be busy. Texas Line, a local band full of college guys, plays on the weekends, but most people come because Molly sings a few songs with them, and her voice is fucking amazing.
    “Ugh. I don’t even know. You’re gonna be here, right?” Her eyes double in size as she waits for my answer. It makes my dick twitch knowing that she wants me here. Is it mainly to help her handle the rowdy crowd and their drink orders, yes, but still, she wants me here, which has to count for something. Right?
    I make her think I’m mulling over my decision just to see her sweat a little.
    “I guess so, Red. You may owe me more than just one date though since I’m giving up a Friday night just to help you.” I lean against the counter, cross my arms over my chest, and flash her a smile and a wink.
    She smirks at me and raises an eyebrow. I think Red knows how to play this game almost as good as I do. “And what do you expect in return, Mr. Wade?”
    The way she says Mr. Wade makes me want to bend her over this counter and hear her say it over and over again as her tight pussy drains my dick. That’s what I expect in return, but, of course, I can’t tell her that, so I settle for the next best thing. “Breakfast. You, me, and a stack of pancakes, your treat, when you get off work tonight. That, along with our date, will make us even. Deal?”
    She laughs and nods. “I think I can get you pancakes. Don’t you have to be at work in the morning though? And what do you do anyway?”
    I tell her about my job and reassure her she doesn’t need to worry about me; I pull late nights all the time. I’m standing behind the bar, chatting with Dani and helping her make the occasional drink, when my phone rings. I look down and see that it’s Candice. Shit. I told her I would come by tonight.
    I hold up my finger to Dani, signaling I need a minute, and step around the bar, walking outside while I answer the phone.
    “Hello.” I snap out when I answer the phone, catching Candice off guard.
    “Hey,