The next day, Petey eyed me our entire shift. After the thirtieth stare, I put down the washcloth I’d been using on the counter and turned around. “What?”
“What?” He jumped back. He’d been two feet from me.
“Either Keifer told you to keep an eye on me and you took that in the literal sense, or you want to say something. What is it?”
“Why are you here?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Your boyfriend is Mason Kade. Even I’ve heard about his football reputation, and he’s here, working some rich internship for his daddy.” He pointed at me. “And I heard what he said about you. You don’t need this job, but you don’t act like one of those rich, stuck-up bitches. Why are you here?”
“Because I needed a job.”
He moved forward, leaning against the counter next to me. “But that’s the thing.” He
