Work moved smoothly today. The bar stayed busy, glasses clinked nonstop, and the tip jar grew heavier with every passing hour. A few regulars tried their luck with me, flashing smiles and tossing out flirtatious comments whenever they ordered a drink, but I turned them down politely and kept working.
By evening, my feet ached from standing, but that wasn't what bothered me.
I wiped down the counter and glanced at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Still nothing.
Ever since my meeting with the divorce attorney, I had been trying to reach Aria, but every call went unanswered. That wasn't like her. Aria practically lived with her phone glued to her hand.
A knot tightened in my stomach.
Connor's face flashed through my mind.
My grip on the rag tightened.
No.
There was no p
