Page 60 of Where We Stay

“So, how’s your night been?” I ask.

Really, Dean? Couldn’t think of anything else to say, you fucking idiot.

“Busy.” She laughs as she wipes down the bar. “I’m about ready to go home and soak in the bath for hours just to get the smell of beer off me.”

And now I’m picturing her in the bath.

Fucking brilliant.

“Doesn’t sound half bad,” I reply, clearing my throat.

“How’s your night?” Blair asks as she places a clean glass beneath the bar. “Why didn’t you leave with your friends?”

“Had the night to myself, so I thought I’d make the most of it.” I take a sip of water. “My daughter’s staying with my parents tonight.”

Not a complete lie. I didn’t exactly plan on staying after everyone left, though.

Apparently, I can’t stay the fuck away.

“Oh, yeah. Georgie mentioned you’re a dad.”

“Penny,” I say, unable to stop the smile pulling at my mouth. “Her name’s Penny.”

“What’s she like?”

“The best.” I look down at the glass between my hands. “Smart. Funny. Bossy enough to run my entire life.”

Blair smiles. “Sounds like you adore her.”

“More than anything.”

Something in Blair’s expression softens, but before I can work out what it is, someone calls her from the other end of the bar.

Our conversation comes in pieces after that. A few words whenever she passes, between her serving the remaining customers and getting everything ready for closing. She refuses to give me anything except water, despite my objections, and by the time the bar empties, my head feels a hell of a lot clearer.

“We’re going to start closing up now,” Blair tells me, collecting my empty glass.

“Oh, of course.” I place both hands on the bar and stand. “Thanks for the water. My head will thank you tomorrow.”

She gives me a soft smile. “Tell your head I said it’s welcome.”

I head outside and stop before reaching the parking lot.

My truck is staying exactly where it is. Even if I feel fine, I’ve had enough that driving isn’t worth the risk. I told Rory I’d walk, and that’s exactly what I should do.

I make it halfway down the street before glancing back at The Breakwater.

Maybe I should wait for Blair. She might need someone to make sure she gets to her car safely.

No. She’s a grown woman.

Which apparently doesn’t stop me from turning around.

Instead of touching her Kombi, I lean against the brick wall beside it and fold my arms across my chest.

Just making sure she gets out safely.

At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.