Chapter Thirteen
Cash
“Hey, the sign’s off, Bobbi Jo.” I flipped on the neon open sign on the bar’s front window to let everyone know the place was open. “It’s dead in here because you forgot to turn this on.”
The dim light inside the bar made it difficult to see her clearly, but it looked like she had something held to her face. “Damn. I totally forgot about that. Thanks, Cash.”
“It’s only fifteen minutes after opening time anyway.” I walked over to the bar. The closer I got to her, the more confused I became. “Why are you holding a bag of frozen peas on your eye?”
Pulling the green-and-white bag away from her face, she revealed a swollen, purple-and-black bruised eye. “This is why I’ve got a bag of frozen peas on my eye, Cash.”
Reaching out, I barely touched her swollen lips. “Wann
