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“Can you cheer your face up?”
He couldn’t help but smile. Kenzie, the bartender, was quite a character.
“There, that’s better. What are you looking so down about anyway? I thought all your people were arriving this afternoon. Shouldn’t you be all happy and eager to see them?”
“I am.”
She laughed. “If that’s your happy face, I’d hate to see you pissed off. What can I get you?”
“Just an orange juice.”
She came back and set his drink down in front of him. “I thought you Italians were supposed to drink wine all the time.”
“We are. I don’t always do what I’m supposed to, though.”
She smiled. “Good man. What are you going to do about this Molly?”
Marcos put down the glass that had been halfway to his lips and stared at her.
“Sorry, sugar, but working here, I get to know everything. I’ve done polite conversation with you for the last few weeks, but now the time’s here, I need to know that you’re not going to fuck it up.”
Marcos continued to stare at her. Part of him wanted to get up and walk away; part of him wanted to tell her it was none of her damned business, but the part of him that won out was the part that was scared hewasgoing to fuck up all over again and wanted any help he could get.
He blew out a big sigh. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I need to talk to her. I need to explain why I did what I did. I need to tell her how wrong I was and how much I’ve regretted it every day since.”
Kenzie curled her lip. She looked as though he was something that smelled bad.
“What?”
“I get that you’re all remorseful and everything, and I don’t know this Molly chick, but can I make a suggestion?”
He nodded, wondering what she might have to say. He was hardly going to take her advice seriously, was he? She was a bartender. He liked her well enough, but she was hardly his kind of person.
She leaned on the bar and looked him in the eye. “Sugar. You’re all focused on hitting her with the past and with everything that you did wrong—”
“Because that’s what I need—”
One raised eyebrow was enough to make him shut his mouth.
“Exactly. If you’re going to focus on what you need and what you want, what’s that doing for her?”
He shrugged.
“You haven’t been with this chick for what, ten years, more? You hurt her—did a number on her, by the sounds of it. Don’t you think you might be better off showing her how good it could be—now and in the future? Why rub her nose in what happened and in all the hurt? She knows all about that. What she doesn’t know is who you are now and how good the two of you can be together. Why not give her a taste of that before you drag her down some shitty memory lane? Let her know how being with you now could be—and make it good. Wow her, romance her, give her the best sex she’s ever had.”
Marcos turned as someone sat down on the stool beside him. It was Kenzie’s husband, Chase. She leaned across the bar and planted a kiss on his lips.
“How did the two of you get together?” asked Marcos.
Chase smiled. “She was stuck in a painful past when we met, and I convinced her that we could have a great future.”
Kenzie smiled at Marcos, and he had to smile back.
“So, it worked for you?”
She chuckled. “Hell, yeah.”
“What did?” asked Chase.
