Page 11 of On Her Team
Addy is going to love this. As much as she enjoys singing, she must love concerts.
I stroll into the restaurant. It’s busy today. I’m not surprised. The burger I ate yesterday was one of the best burgers I’ve ever eaten. And I’m a picky eater.
I wasn’t always picky. I used to be happy when my stomach wasn’t growling with hunger. But since I’ve started earning my own money, I’ve become picky. It’s the ultimate luxury. Not penthouses. Not fancy sports cars.
I wave the hostess away and make my way to a seat at the bar.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks.
I scan the taps. “I’ll have aBackwater Blonde,and can you tell Addy I’m here?”
His eyes narrow. “Addy?”
“The waitress.”
“I know who Addy is. The question is, how do you know Addy? She doesn’t date.”
She will once she gets a gander at these concert tickets.
“We’re friends.” It’s not a lie. We will be friends. Lovers, friends, partners. All of the above.
“You’re funeral, dude.” He sets my beer in front of me before wandering off to speak to another waitress. Her gaze meets mine and her eyes widen. Unlike Addy, she appears to know who I am. She nods at the bartender before walking away. I hope to find Addy.
I sip on my beer as I wait for her. A tray slams down on the bar next to me and I jump. What the hell? I swivel to my left. Addy glares at me.
“What part of no do you not understand?”
Damn. This is not the greeting I was expecting. But she didn’t ignore me. I can work with this. Besides, Addy’s magnificent when she’s angry. Her eyes darken, and her nose scrunches. I want to kiss it.
“Can we discuss this in private?”
She snorts. “Private? There is no such thing on this island. Small town. Small island. Big gossip.”
“We could use the office.”
“Chloe probably has listening devices installed in her office.”
“I don’t,” a tall woman says from across the bar. “Lucas said it was illegal to eavesdrop on people. Even if you own the business and it’s your employees.” She rolls her eyes before throwing a set of keys to Addy. “Go ahead and use the office.”
“Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
She stomps away and I hurry to follow her down the hallway and into a room marked office. I shut the door behind me.
I grin at Addy but she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. Not exactly the reception I was hoping for. She’ll change her mind.
“Let me repeat my question. What part of no do you not understand?”
I pull the tickets out of my pocket and flourish them. “I’m surprising you.”
She sighs. “Is this one of those situations you think is romantic but isn’t?”
I wave the tickets at her. “Don’t you want to know what these are?”
“Fine. What are they?”
“Tickets to see Juliet Ash. Taylor Swift’s tour is over but I thought you’d enjoy seeing Juliet. She’s nearly as big a pop star as Taylor.”
Her mouth drops open. “Are you serious? Those tickets cost a bundle. And she’s not playing anywhere near Smuggler’s Hideaway.”
