Chapter Thirty-One
Maddie stepped off the bus at the Metra station feeling a little bit lighter. She’d originally planned on going back to the apartment and putting in another full evening of work, but as she walked by Frenchie O’Neill’s, she slowed.
She’d avoided stopping by the restaurant since she’d been home. The memories were too fresh. Too painful. But Jamey would be there prepping for the evening rush, and the bar would be quiet.
Before she lost her nerve, she pushed open the door, and made her way back through the curtains to the bar. She carefully avoided looking out to the patio. Sure enough, Jamey stood poring over two notebooks at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand.
Her red curls bounced as her head popped up. “Well, well. Decided to come out of your hidey hole?”
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