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“Have you two had a spat?”
I picked up a dishcloth and started polishing the glasses. “I suppose you could call it that.”
“Christ, what did he do now?”
“What he always does. Ruins my life.”
“Here he comes.”
Patrick came in from the back along with two waitresses. It was Tuesday, so hopefully, it wouldn’t be packed tonight.
“Amanda will be here by six to hostess. I’ll help Paul, and you can fill in for her until she gets here,” he said, coming over to me.
“No, I’m behind the bar tonight. You can hostess.” I tossed the cloth down and turned my back to him.
“What did Keir Wilson want?” he asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.
“None of your business.”
“Look, I know you’re mad at me, but I don’t want any problems.” He lowered his voice. “Cormac is coming tonight.”
I tensed. “How do you know?”
“He texted me,” he said. “He’s happy you said yes and wants to celebrate.”
“I don’t want to celebrate.”
His green eyes searched mine. “Give him a chance. He’s a decent guy.”
I turned and glared at him. “Are you fucking kidding me. He beat the shit out of our brother.”
“Evie, we have to make this work,” he said, resigned. “There is no other choice,”
“And what if he decides to beat the shit out of me?”
“He won’t. He loves you.”
I shook my head. “You have a fucked up idea of love.” I looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s four. You better open the door.”
The evening passed without incident, and as the hours ticked away, I became hopeful that Cormac wouldn’t show.
It was going on nine when I looked up from handing a gentleman his pint, and my breath caught in my throat. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I came for a drink,” Keir said. “And to see if you’re all right.”
I poured him a double of our most expensive whiskey, setting it down before him. “I told you I would call you.”
“Alan will meet with us tomorrow morning.” He had removed his tie from earlier and undone the top two buttons of his dress shirt.
The bar was packed, and there was a line forming. “I can’t talk right now.”
“That’s okay. I’ll wait.” He took his drink and sat down at a table off to the side.
The pit in my stomach grew as things began to spiral out of control.
Patrick came over to me. “What’s he doing here?” he asked under his breath.
“How the hell would I know.” I tilted the pint glass I held as I filled it with beer. The yeasty smell of hops filled my nose.
