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panic attack.” It was a lie, but she knew I had a history of panic attacks.
Bree’s brown eyes softened. “Oh, Kace, I didn’t realize. I thought it might have been from what Tyler said to you. He asked if you were going to be okay.”
“What did you tell him?” I asked, eyes wide.
She shrugged and unlocked the car doors. “I told him you had a lot going on in your life right now. He’s actually a decent guy. You should try hanging out with him some time.”
“I don’t think so. I have no desire to date any of those guys in there,” I replied, opening my door and getting into the seat.
Bree started up the car and we headed on our way to her apartment. “Well, maybe you’ll change your mind one day,” she suggested.
Not going to happen.
Once we got to her apartment and freshened up, we were on our way to the restaurant. It was good money, especially with the tips. Although, working a night job where men hit on you constantly, wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Even if I never earned enough money to open up my own restaurant, I still didn’t imagine myself working in a bar any longer than absolutely necessary.
“Only two more hours,” I groaned, looking at the clock.
Bree chuckled and handed me the limes for my gin and tonics. “It’s not that bad tonight. Just be thankful we don’t have to work the late shift. Then you really have to deal with the drunk assholes and shitty tips. I did it once, when David couldn’t come in for his shift, and regretted every minute of it.”
Laughing, I finished pouring up the drinks and turned to her. “Yeah, I remember that. It’s a shame he quit to go to medical school. I really liked him. Damn people and their dreams.”
“We’ll be at that point someday, Kace. Our time will come soon.” More patrons started flooding into the bar so Bree quickly smiled at me before strolling to the end of the counter to take more orders.
Grabbing some napkins, I carried my gin and tonics to the two men who ordered them. They were dressed in business suits; one with perfect, combed-over midnight colored hair and green eyes, while the other had really short, dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Both were very attractive and most likely gay, knowing my luck.
“Here you go, gentlemen. Do you want to open a tab?”
“Not for me,” the guy with the blond hair said, passing me a twenty dollar bill.
The one with the dark hair smiled and sat down. “I will. I’m meeting one of my clients here shortly.” He handed me his card.
“All right, I’ll get you set up,” I told him.
He stayed at the bar drinking his gin and tonic, while his friend finished his off and left. Once Bree and I caught up on everyone’s orders, I was finally able to relax and get a glass of water. Every so often, the guy in the suit would make eye contact with me and smile. Maybe he’s not gay.
“Would you like another gin and tonic while you wait on your client?” I asked him.
“That’d be great. He must be running a little late.” Pulling out his phone, he looked down at it and sighed. “Never mind, he just sent a text saying he’s not going to make it. His flight got cancelled.”
“Oh no,” I replied. “I hate that you’ve sat here this whole time for nothing.” After I finished making his drink, I slid it to him.
“I wouldn’t say it was for nothing. At least I got to sit here and talk to you.” He held out his hand. “My name’s Liam, Liam Harris.”
Taking his hand, I shook it and smiled. “I’m Kacey. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
Bree noticed the interaction and grinned from ear to ear. When a trio of girls came up to the bar, she winked and waved me off, nodding toward Liam. By the look in Liam’s eyes and the smirk on his face, he’d cracked her code.
“She’s not very subtle is she?” he asked.
Chuckling, I shook my head. “Not at all. She’s just happy I’m actually talking to someone of the opposite
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