“It wasn’t an aggressive move. He wanted to talk. I didn’t.”

“And that’s your right, Roxy. You don’t have to talk to him,” he agreed. “But you can’t damage his property.”

“I know,” I whispered.

Dennis sent me a long, sideways look. “I wasn’t around when that shit went down with Charlie. Hell, I didn’t even live in this state, but I’ve heard the details. I know what happened, and if it were my decision, the punk ass would still be sitting in jail. But it’s not my decision.” In the cramped seat, he twisted toward me. “And I get that it’s majorly fucked up that he’s out and he gets to come around here, but little girl, you’ve got to pull it together. You can’t do shit like this. It doesn’t help anyone, especially yourself.”

I stared at him.

“You feel me?” he asked.

“Yeah, I feel you.”

Needless to say, I was late for my shift, which sucked ass, because it also meant I wasn’t going to get the design done for a blogger before I left for work. It was going to be a long night, because I was going to have to finish it up when I got back home.

Surprisingly, Jax hadn’t known about my very powerful throwing arm, but when I told him what I had done and he caught me by the hem of my WALKERS NEED LOVE TOO shirt and dragged me down the somewhat quiet hall, I knew I was in for Lecture Number Two of the night.

“Girl, what in the hell were you thinking?” he demanded.

“I wasn’t thinking anything,” I told him. “That was the problem. I just got so pissed and stopped thinking.”

He stared at me, brows raised. “That isn’t a good enough reason.”

I almost jumped up and down out of frustration. “I know it’s not. Trust me. I totally know that. I’m going to pay for the damages.”

“Roxy . . .”

Ducking my chin, I folded my arms across my chest. All day I’d felt like crap for what I had done. It wasn’t a pitying type of feeling like crap. Oh no, it was the I’m-­such-­a-­fucker feeling like crap. I hadn’t felt this way since the last time I had to dodge my landlord when I was late on rent.

Once again, I found myself wishing I could drink at work.

“Well, there’s one thing at least.” He cuffed my chin, and I looked up. “You obviously got a hell of an arm.”

I rolled my eyes as a dry laugh parted my lips. “That’s what happens when you grow up with two brothers.”

“True. You tell your parents yet?”

“No. I’m leaving that until tomorrow.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks,” I moaned.

Shaking his head, he gestured at the closed office door. “By the way, there’s something in there for you.”

“There is?”

His lips quirked. “Yeah, and after the day you’ve had, it’ll be a nice surprise. Check them out and get back behind the bar.”