Nineteen
Bash looked up in surprise as Toni came storming into the Olde Salt. He was busy getting the bar set up for the day, which still took him longer than it did any of the other bartenders. He’d set up his iPod on a speaker and tuned it to a high-energy Spotify playlist that had him bobbing his head as he worked.
Toni wasn’t supposed to be on shift for another couple of hours. In his imagination, she’d gone from that meeting at Gretel’s Café to a hike with Alastair. But here she was, looking furious, smoke practically coming out of her ears.
“Eating out of your hand?” she hissed as she reached the bar.
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t play innocent.” She hauled herself onto a stool and planted her palms on the bar top. “Tristan told me everything.”
“Everything about what?”
“He said you bet
