Chapter 19
It was almost midnight. The crowd had thinned and Ryan finally took a moment to sit. He scrubbed his hands over his face. Worry gnawed at his gut. He still hadn’t heard from Quinn.
Jenna laid her serving tray on the bar. She pulled a slip of paper from her apron. “Hey, boss. I forgot to give this to you. She called an hour ago.”
Ryan unfolded the paper as Jenna filled her tray again. It read, “Quinn called. At home. Talk tomorrow.”
The weight he’d carried in his chest for hours loosened. She must’ve finally listened to his message. She was smart enough not to go bar hopping. By tomorrow she wouldn’t even be pissed off anymore.
He looked back at the customers who remained so late on a Wednesday night. Mostly men. Mostly regulars. Mostly trustworthy.
Colin stood behind the b
