I considered her offer the rest of the afternoon, through my shift at Laughlin’s. A part of me wanted to talk to someone about it, but I didn’t know who to go to. It made me realize just how few people I truly had in my life.
Mack and I were cleaning up the bar just after closing when he stopped me.
“Everything okay?”
I nodded. “Of course. Why?”
He shrugged and went back to lifting chairs onto tables. “You seem lost in your head. I haven’t heard anything about work, so I’m guessing it’s a woman who’s giving you that far away look.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Not a woman.”
“I thought you had a thing for that friend of Scarlett’s.”
“Briella.”
“Yeah, her,” Mack agreed with a s**t-eating grin.
“You’re funny.”
“And you like her.”
I nodded slowly. “I do. And she wants to sleep toge
