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My heart thumps wildly against my ribs, and my mind races. Images dance around in my skull of the man and woman in my dreams, but I can’t fully make out their faces. I’ve never been able to identify them, but it’s something I’ve accepted… until now.
Why are they in my head?
My arms flail when I’m tapped on the shoulder, and I jump to my feet and spin around. Sarah is standing right there, her eyes wide and her hands in the air.
“Whoa,” she murmurs. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I don’t fucking know.
“I…” I shake my head. “Nothing. You scared me, that’s all.”
“I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes, but you were totally spaced out.” Sarah frowns as she lowers her arms. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I force a smile. “I’m fine. Promise.”
She eyes me skeptically, but doesn’t push. “Okay. Well, can you help me cover the bar for a bit? Sasha went home sick.”
“Sure.”So much for resting.“Just let me change real quick.”
Five minutes later, I’m behind the bar. Cherry’s is packed, and I find myself scanning the room for the man who came in earlier. When I turn my head to look in the other direction, I squeak in surprise because he’s standing right there looking too damn good for my peace of mind.
“Can I get a Jack and Coke?”
Whipping my head toward another customer, it’s all I can do not to groan at his intrusion. “What?”
“Jack and Coke,” he repeats. “Please.”
“Comin’ right up.”
It takes me less than a minute to mix the drink, and I swipe the ten-dollar bill he sets on the bar. After putting the cost of the beverage in the till, I slide the remaining money into my pocket for my tip.
I try to busy myself with other customers, but when the music shifts and another dancer takes the stage, they all migrate back to the tables. All except… him.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to face him. I’m the freaking bartender and can’t ignore his presence forever.
“What can I get you?” I ask him.
He doesn’t say anything as he stares at me, his eyes assessing. It’s as if he’s looking right through my flesh and bones, way deep down to my heart and soul.
An involuntary shiver skates down my spine, and my stomach flip-flops.
“Dude, the lady asked you a question,” another man says as he smacks him on the arm. They’re both wearing the same leather vests, but that’s where the similarities end.
My man—I did not seriously just think that—has longer hair, and the sides of his head are shaved. His dark blond locks are slicked back, and his biceps bulge beneath a black long-sleeved t-shirt. He’s resting his hands on the bar, and his knuckles are covered in tattoos.
I’d love to see where else he has ink.
“Fuckin’ fire pits,” the second man grumbles before facing me and grinning. “We’ll both have a beer, darlin’.”
I nod absently and reach into the coolers under the bar to grab two long-neck bottles. After twisting the caps off, I hand them to the second man.
“Thanks,” he says, wrapping his fingers around the green frosty glass. “I’m Acid, and the silent creep over here is Viking.” Acid nods to his friend.
“I’m Maka—” I press my lips together, his words finally penetrating the fog of lust swirling around me. “Wait… Did you say your name is Acid?”
He chuckles. “I did.”
“That’s…” I scrunch my nose. “... unique.”
