LEXIE
Back at the bar, I ducked into the storage room to grab a fresh box of napkins for Mia. The shelves were packed with everything the bar constantly seemed to run out of, paper towels, bottles of cleaning supplies, stacks of takeaway cups, boxes of straws.
I scanned the shelves until I found what I was looking for and reached up for the box, just as my fingers closed around it, voices drifted through the half-open door.
Brick's, and Crow's. They were outside, unloading crates from the truck.
I wasn't trying to listen. I really wasn't, but the storage room was small, the door was open just enough, and their voices carried easily in the quiet space.
"He's been different," Brick said as another crate landed on the ground with a dull thud.
"Different how?" Crow asked.
There was a p
