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LARA
It was two o’clock and I was so excited about going to Luke’s race. I kept waiting for Grayson to show up, but thankfully, he didn’t. The last thing I wanted was to get into a verbal fighting match at our restaurant. Our restaurant . . . What had I been thinking, getting involved with a friend who was also a business partner? Someone should have warned me.
“Lara, I’m here,” Victoria called out. She was out of breath and rushing toward me. “I know you have to go.”
“Thanks, Victoria. I’m going to head out. Have a great shift!” Turning on my heel, I started toward the back door, when a person came barreling into the front door, straight to the bar. My breath hitched and my veins were on fire. Luckily, the lunch crowd had diminished, and there were only a few people inside the rest
