Chapter Thirteen
PAUL WAS NEVER there when Karla got to work, especially on Friday’s, because he always stayed until close and usually went home with whatever skirt he allowed to drink free all night. Karla counted on him not being there tonight after finding him at her mother’s house. She didn’t want to talk to him, deal with him. She wanted him to stay gone for as long as possible.
What she wanted wasn’t what she got, however.
When she walked into Sand Dune, Paul stood behind the counter, wiping down a sparkling clean bar. He looked at her, his expression soft, troubled. “Karla…”
“Don’t.” She held her hand up, as she moved behind the bar and started flipping glasses over, preparing for the evening rush. “Don’t talk to me, especially about my mother.” She turned to face him, and he st
