IT TOOK TWO MORE days before Sinclair decided he'd had enough of me avoiding him. It was around seven and Sinclair, Bruiser and the guys had been gone for the better half of the day. In the early hours of the morning, I had done things the same as I'd been doing them for the past week and some change. I did the tasks given to me by Carla—she always had something new for me to do and she told me what she wanted me to do before she closed the bar, if I was asleep before then, she'd leave a list placed neatly on the bar top—and I did those tasks quickly. I was used to cleaning anyway since I've always been what a lot of people might refer to as "a clean freak." Even though I do most of my house cleaning on Sundays, I'm still constantly scrubbing down my tables and sanitizing my island, and sc
