Chapter Twelve
Delilah
Don’t be afraid to take a chance.
My mother’s words had been playing on a loop in my brain all evening. Fortunately, I could literally run this bar with one hand tied behind my back.
I mixed a margarita and pulled a draft beer from the tap as I replayed my conversation with my mother in my brain. “Here you go,” I said as I slid the beer in one direction and the margarita in another. I counted out change quickly and kept moving.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood, and a jolt of awareness sizzled down my spine. There’s no way Alex is here.
“Delilah.”
I knew that voice. A vivid memory of Alex’s eyes boring into mine just before my body tightened and he cried my name in a gruff shout flashed in my thoughts.
Don’t turn around. You’re imagining things.
