She was beginning to wonder if she had a thing.
Her apron was filled with cash. It was one thing she missed from being a full-time waitress. She was a damn good waitress and tips came easily to her. She was so busy talking with her customers and reminding them that it was last call, that she hadn’t thought about the time. She’d told Ronan she got off at two, but he hadn’t committed to coming here.
Now that the time neared closing, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. Images of Ronan shirtless, sweaty, muscles bulging ran through her head.
Focus on work. Closing the bar. Chances were he wouldn’t show up. He didn’t want to have anything to do with her. He said as much in his mother’s kitchen. She doubted her bit of gossip from the Cahills would draw him to the Black Rose at two in the mo
