Chapter 6
Sawyer
“What the hell’s the matter with you, man?” Cara asks when I dump the empty crate in the storeroom, and it lands on the floor with a loud thud. I glance at her on my way out, shaking my head.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing, my a*s. You’ve been cranky since you got to work this morning.” She follows me down the hallway that leads to the bar. I pretend not to notice her behind me. “Take a break if you have some s**t going on. I don’t need charming Sawyer, not a grumpy old man.”
“I told you, Cara. I’m fine,” I reply, moving behind the counter.
The evening crowd has already arrived, and the bar is in full swing. Within the hour, there will be no more seats or tables. No room on the dance floor either. For the fourth time, I wonder if Zoey will show. Deep down, I don’t want her to.
