Chapter Eighteen
“BOY, YOU LOOK miserable.”
Karla glanced up from stacking glasses to see Charlie leaning against the bar, his fingers intertwined as he studied her. “Not tonight, Charlie.”
“Um, I didn’t say anything except you look miserable. It was an observation of concern.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure.”
“Ignore her,” Sean said, as he slid behind the bar. “She’s been like that ever since she got here. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He shot Karla a mischievous grin as he winked at her. “Or woke up alone. That’s enough to sour anyone’s mood. You could always wake up in my bed.”
“If I wake up alone,” Karla said, “it’s because it’s what I chose. And you’re fun to tease, but… Now let it go.”
“See what I mean?” Sean slid a bottle of Jack Daniels under the bar along w
