Chapter 9
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WHEN I MADE IT OUT of the men’s room and back up to the bar, Raina was nowhere to be seen.
Fuck.
“It is you,” said a newcomer seated next to Gordy. I’d noticed him by the bar when I’d been talking to Raina. He’d been staring at me and I’d wondered if he’d recognized me. Apparently, he had.
“Sorry, have we met?” I asked.
The guy looked disappointed. “I did some work on your old man’s truck last year. Dropped it off at the clubhouse and we had a beer together. Surprised you don’t remember. The name is Jay.”
“That’s right.” I chugged downed the rest of my Michelob.
“How is he, by the way?” asked Jay.
Surprised that he hadn’t heard, I lied and told him that Slammer was fine. “Where’d Raina go?” I asked, searching the bar.
“She went to the breakroom,” said Matt, stu
