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Hearing my phone vibrate in my purse, I take it out and stare at the caller ID. With a lot of guilt in my heart, I turn it off and tuck it back into my purse.
I can’t let Seth know what I am trying to do.
Seth will drag me back home and try to find Bryan himself. But he dosen’t know the person I am looking for. And I don’t want to drag him into this.
He and I grew up together in foster care. And once I managed to get out and took Bryan with me, he helped me with Bryan.
He is a good man.
I can’t get him in trouble.
I sigh and feel my stomach rumble again.
A second later, I see movement in my peripheral vision, and a huge plate appears in front of me, making me blink and look up.
The bartender with the dimple and the wild Irish accent is back. He is grinning at me, and I look down at the burger he placed before me. The bun is huge, with a thick beef patty that looks tantalizing. A splash of vegetables that add color and flavor top it, and a toothpick holds the whole burger together. There is a huge bunch of fries next to it, and he puts down a tall glass with a pink-colored milky drink.
“I didn’t order that.” I blink at the strawberry shake.
He leans on the counter. “That’s on the house.”
I feel a little nervous. “Won’t you get in trouble for that?”
He gives that small smile, his eyes laughing at me. “I doubt it.”
Then I poke the burger and glance up at him, doubt clear in my eyes. “This is a simple cheeseburger?”
He chuckles. “It’s a burger.”
My stomach rumbles again, and my cheeks turn red. “Thank you. I am really hungry.”
“Enjoy your meal,” he tells me and goes to the man who replaced him and says something to him.
I bite into the burger, and the burst of flavor in my mouth nearly makes me moan. It is the most delicious burger I have ever eaten. I chew slowly, wanting to enjoy and savor each bite.
I am so intent on my meal that I don’t notice when the bartender stops working and just starts watching me. It is when I look up and see the dark look in his eyes that my heart skips a beat.
I don’t know what that look means, but it makes me tighten my legs together.
He comes over to me and asks, “Enjoying your meal?”
I nod, chewing on a fry. Then, feeling a little bad that he is working while I am eating, I awkwardly offer him a fry. “Would you like one?”
He laughs.
The sound of his laughter is rich and full, and I swallow.
“So, is that a no?”
He shakes his head, still chuckling, and then reaches out to pluck a fry off my plate. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
“I didn’t know you served such good food here,” I tell him, starting to relax when his attention is no longer d
irected at me.
“We’re still working on the menu,” he tells me, casually. “So, it’s not an open one. We usually have a few customers who have lunch here.”
“Oh.” I look down at my unfinished burger.
