CHAPTER THREE
“We’re closing, you know,” said an exasperated Jocelyn.
Luke looked up. He hadn’t even noticed that Lyn’s Eatery had emptied out. He looked at his watch. Have I really been sitting here for three hours?
“s**t,” he mumbled. He finished off his beer and then placed a hundred dollar bill on the bar top. “Did the bartender leave? I need to tip her.”
“I’ll make sure she gets it.” Jocelyn collected the cash and moved to open the register, but Luke stopped her.
“Keep the change. Give it to the bartender. Hell, take some for yourself. Get something nice.”
Jocelyn frowned at him. She tended to do that. If she wasn’t telling him off, shooting him dagger eyes, or frowning, Luke wasn’t sure what he’d do with himself. If she ever smiled at him, he might collapse from the shock.
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