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“Look out!” I grabbed the plastic jar of cherries and hurled it past his head.
Grayson stepped to the side and the jar smacked the guy right in the forehead, knocking him to the ground. Grayson bent over the guy and smiled. “Bet that hurt.”
All he did was groan and rub at his head. Grayson glanced up at me and winked. “Good aim.”
I shrugged. “Been in a fight or two.”
Sirens wailed just outside the bar as the blue and red lights flashed through all those front windows. Dice cursed under her breath. “And the night was going so well.”
I glanced at our full tip jar. “We made some bank.”
She grabbed the jar and held it tight. “Yeah.”
“Are you girls all right?” The owner, Jake, ran over to the bar and leaned against it. He stood there with a bat resting on his shoulder and out of breath.
“We’re good.” I glanced toward Dice, and she gave me a nod. “Sorry about the fight.”
Jake was a good boss. He was fair to all of us and treated us right. He was older, with thin gray hair, a dad bod, and a hard-ass attitude that came from growing up on the streets and making something of himself. “Nah, it was bound to happen at some point.”
He looked Grayson up and down. “Good looking out for the ladies and my bar.”
“My pleasure.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Been a while since I’ve had a good bar fight.”
“Looks like the cops are breaking this one up.” He glanced around. “Why don’t you two head out before they make you stay here all night. I’ll close up shop.”
“You sure?” I was already backing away from him to grab my purse from a cabinet behind the bar. If we stayed, it’d be an all-night affair, and I wasn’t trying to do that, either.
He chuckled. “Yeah, go.”
I grabbed my bag and jacket then tossed Dice her stuff. I shoved my arms into the sleeves and turned toward Grayson. “You want to get out of here?”
A smirk spread across his lips, and it sent a shot of excitement over my body. He motioned for me to lead the way. “Where you go, I will follow.”
CHAPTER THREE
PIPER
I didn’t know what came over me. Perhaps it was the adrenaline from the bar fight or the way he watched me like I was the most fascinating thing in the world. No matter what it was, I liked it. I liked him. There was an instant familiar connection between the two of us. It sizzled under the surface of my skin and made me feel alive down to my soul. I wrapped my hand in his and tugged him to follow me. I flipped the door to the bar up and pulled him through behind me.
I glanced at Dice. “You coming?”
She pursed her lips. “Depends.”
I paused just outside the kitchen doors. “On?”
“On whether or not he’s coming.” She nodded in Atlas’s direction.
A slight smile played on his lips, and it sent a chill down my spine. Where Grayson seemed warm and alive. Atlas seemed like bad boy death walking. The kind of bad boy that Dice would torture, play with, and discard later. He met her eye and walked right past her to follow us.
“Lead the way.”
“Behave yourself tonight, Sav.” Grayson stared him down. “All right?”
“What is the point of behaving oneself on a night such as this? I intend to indulge to the fullest.” Dice took his arm and he looked down at her. “Aren’t we, my dear?”
“Where you go, I will follow.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, enough with this drama.”
