Kiera eventually had to get back to work. She pulled me up to the bar with her though, like she was reluctant to be too far away from me. I loved that she felt that way; I didn’t want to be far from her either. Once we got to the bar, Kiera frowned and glanced back at the dancefloor. Rita had abandoned her post ages ago and was currently dirty dancing with Justin. Or trying to. Justin kept pushing her away, but she just kept right on returning to him. I felt bad for the guy; I knew from experience just how persistent Rita could be. I wasn’t about to rescue him though. I’d just end up taking his place.

Kiera looked back at me with a smirk on her lips. “Want to fill in for Rita?”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I’d been wanting to sling drinks back here for a while, but with Rita always there, it hadn’t really been an option…until now. Before Kiera could tell me she was just joking, I hopped onto the bar and swung my legs around to the other side. Once there, I tied an apron around my waist and started thinking through all the drinks I knew; my knowledge base wasn’t all that large, since I typically just ordered beer. Whatever. I’d just make shit up if I didn’t know it. Looking at the eager crowd of women waiting for me, I had a feeling they wouldn’t mind.

Kiera gave me an adoring smile as she returned to her duties. I grinned as I started in on mine. “Ladies, what can I get for you?”

They started giving me every dirty drink name in the book: Sex on the Beach, Slippery Nipple, Screaming Orgasm, Fuck Me Hard. I laughed as I shook my head, then started making…something for them.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when I noticed someone stepping into the bar. Denny. Seeing him made my stomach drop a little. God, I’d been such a dick to him. Again. True, I’d already apologized to him, but it was still bugging me. Seeing him in person made me want to apologize again. Before the night was through, I had to talk to him.

Surprisingly, Denny didn’t walk into the bar alone. A cute blonde was holding his hand. Knowing what I knew about him, I had to assume that she was his girlfriend, Abby. I seemed to recall Kiera saying something about her being stuck in Australia. Guess she finally made it over here. Good. Denny deserved to be with the woman he loved. And honestly, that made me feel even better about him being here in Seattle. I finally trusted Kiera and Denny, but that didn’t mean I suddenly liked it now. It just…was what it was.