8
Asher
I slid into a parking spot with ten minutes to spare before we were set to open, but I was surprised to find as I hurried inside that I wasn’t the last to arrive. Everyone but Mason milled about, doing assorted tasks.
It was Thursday, ladies’ night, so aside from the doorman and cooks in the back, only us bartenders worked, waiting tables and tending the counter. Knox and Noel prepared things behind the bar, while Ten and Quinn took chairs off tables.
“About time you decided to show, rock star,” Ten called to me.
“Oh, hey, Ten,” I called back, snapping my fingers, then pointing at him. “Before I forget, could you let Caroline know she left one of her shirts at my place last week?” When Ten narrowed his eyes at me for bringing up his wife, I grinned. “It’s that tight, white lit
