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“We’re doing okay,” Slash said, shrugging.
We were, too.
I thought there would be more awkwardness, more uncertainty, more defensiveness about our walls.
I guess the thing was, Slash didn’t try to come in and break mine down.
He just climbed over them.
And that made all the difference.
He didn’t want me to be different, to change for him, he just wanted to be let in.
And so I did.
Let him in.
It was maybe the best decision of my life.
Choosing to go into work the next day, though?
Yeah, that was probably one of the worst…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Nyx
It was ridiculous, but The Bog almost felt foreign when I walked in the following day.
It had only been a few days.
But, I guess, I’d been such a workaholic for so long that even just a couple of days felt like a lifetime. And, somehow, spending that time with Slash, happy and lost in each other, completely oblivious of the time passing, only made it seem longer.
“Hey, Lula,” I greeted her as she came out of her office, looking all dolled up even though no one saw her but us. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen the woman dressed down. And, to be fair, she hadn’t ever seen me dressed down before either. We were just chicks who really liked our clothes and our makeup and the persona we showed to the world.
“Hey, you, how are you?” she asked, looking over my face, trying to find the bruises Cillian surely told her were there.
“Tattoo makeup,” I told her, waving at my face. “Covers up just about anything but the damn stitches.”
“Honestly, if you aren’t looking for them, they really aren’t very noticeable,” she told me. “And once everyone gets a drink in them…” she said, waving a hand out.
“Yeah. It’s why I decided to practically have my tits out,” I told her, jiggling my shoulders, making my boobs dance around dangerously in my balconette bra.
“I don’t even go that way and I’m hypnotized,” she said, giving me a big smile as she followed me through the door and into the bar to get her soda.
That night, she chose a limeanda maraschino cherry. I didn’t know what to make of that. Lime was her usual. The cherries were for hard days. So maybe a kinda crummy day, then?
I was just thinking that when the door pushed open again to reveal Renslie—Ren—, the replacement the Murphy brothers had for their sister when she finally walked away from bartending.
She was this cute, friendly, strawberry-blonde girl with freckles and big blue eyes. She looked all of eighteen, but was in her mid-twenties, new in town to take care of her ailing father.
I hadn’t worked with her much since she was the ‘eye candy’ the bar needed on the nights I wasn’t working. But with me being out, clearly the schedule had gotten a little wonky.
“Hey, Ren,” I greeted her, watching as her pretty face lit up.
“Hey! I heard you were back. How are you?”
“Good. Ready to get back to work. And with the two of us on, we are going to be raking in the tips,” I said.
