Chapter 27
SOPHIA
Trying to drown your worries with tequila just isn’t as fun when you do it by yourself.
In the muted dark of The Alchemist’s bar, before the doors even open for Sunday ‘faux-brunch,’ I order another shot from Rick, who now plays bartender—something I’m not used to, and I recap the last two weeks hating myself for how weak I sound, unable to help it.
Rick dries a glass behind the countertop, setting it in front of me.
“So, what’s the deal with this guy? You going to see him again or what?”
I scoff, my elbows on the countertops as I twirl my latest tequila. I stare at the wooden slab beneath my palms. “Yeah, sure, because I’ve always dreamed of being part of a man’s Mormon-like, multiple-wife harem.”
Rick grins. “Doesn’t every woman?”
“Hardy-har-har. I’d laugh if I
