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She scanned her tables, glancing over at the bar. I should be safely tucked behind it. Instead, there were three men. It was obvious now that Manny had no intention of using her talents. Still, it was a job, and if she got enough hours, she’d be able to pay all her bills. Hopefully.
Dahlia stepped out into the room and immediately froze, her gaze locked on the entrance door. No!
Trey was the last person she’d expected to see standing across the room, staring directly at her. How many times had she fantasized about his eyes pinned on her? Tens, hundreds, thousands? The reality hadn’t lived up to the fantasy, especially in this setting. Dahlia quickly ducked into the hallway. What the hell is he doing here? She pressed her back against the wall, resisting the urge to peek around the corner. This was the worst-case scenario.
“What are you doing?”
Dahlia jerked her head up at her coworker. She hadn’t necessarily made friends with Gia, but she’d been more welcoming than anyone else. Dahlia had been warned not to take it personally. At The Moon Bar, they didn’t see each other as coworkers. The waitresses looked at one another as competition. It was all about money.
“Nothing,” Dahlia blurted.
Gia furrowed her brows and leaned closer. “Are you hiding?”
Yes!
“No, of course not. Ummm…do me a favor? There’s a guy that just walked in. He’s by the door. You see him?”
Gia leaned to her right, and her eyes skimmed over the room. Dahlia knew the second she saw Trey. The corner of her mouth curved, and she jutted out her chest.
“Yeah, he’s talking to Manny. Ahhh…” She stretched her neck. “Now he’s walking to a table.”
Dahlia crossed her fingers. It was superstitious, but she did it anyway. Please don’t put him in my section.
“Whose section?” Dahlia asked, then held her breath.
Not mine, not mine, please, not mine.
“Yours!”
Shit!
“Damn, he’s hot. Bet he’s rich, which makes you wonder why he’s here, right?”
It could be a total coincidence. Dahlia drew in a breath and turned to Gia while maintaining her hidden status behind the wall.
“Can you take his table?”
Gia jerked her head and widened her eyes. Dahlia understood her confusion. What waitress in her right mind would turn down serving Trey?
Me!
“What? Why?” Gia asked.
Dahlia couldn’t give a plausible answer or make any sense to anyone. No one could possibly understand. Infatuation was hard to put into words.
“Please.”
Gia must have heard the desperation in her tone. Her face softened, and she reached out, grasping Dahlia’s hand in a tight squeeze. “I got it.”
Thank you.
Dahlia would still have to wait on her tables, but the room was pretty crowded. There were ways she could work around not seeing him, or at the very least hide in plain sight. She gave herself a few more minutes to calm down. It was ridiculous getting so worked up over something that was probably more in her head than anything else. It was completely possible Trey just happened to stop in for a drink.
“Hey.”
Dahlia jumped and spun around to face Gia.
“He wants you.”
