APRIL
I want him so badly, even though I know he’s hiding things from me, even though I know he’s bad for me. So bad it feels good? Isn’t that the saying, or is that just for cheesy movies and pop songs?
I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom ten minutes later. I find Jammie behind the bar and speak quietly. "Did Joe say anything to you about last night?"
"Not a word," she replies.
"Have you heard from him today?"
"Only to say he’s at the market, picking up more nachos and pickled eggs. Michelin star effort, right?"
I hesitate for a moment, then say, "Listen, if you see me take someone into his office later, don’t say anything, okay?"
Jammie raises an eyebrow, grinning. "Are you planning a little office rendezvous, April, you naughty girl?"
"No," I squeak, high enough to
