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“It’d be good to see Ajax happy. He’s so god damn broody.”

“Uh-huh.”

I move away, but his words have already hurt. Fighting the urge to cry, I head out the back.

Mitchell can deal with the bar—it’s not very busy. He runs the bar by himself most of the time. I only work three nights a week.

Tears prick my eyes.

I’m so stupid.

A few minutes later, Mitchell places his hand on mine. “You okay?”

I nod. “I’m fine.”

“He’s an idiot, Ivy. If he doesn’t see you when you’re right in front of him, then he’s not worth it.”

Maybe it should be awkward that Mitchell knows about my stupid crush. But it’s comforting that he backs me.

“How’s your dad? Has he got off his arse yet?”

He’s always aware of my home life. Dad sunk into a deep depression when Mum died, and while things are better than they were, it’s still tough.

“Not really.”

“Don’t let him and Tyler pull you down. You’re worth more than to be their lackey.”

“Thanks, Mitchell.”

I turn toward him, and he studies me closely. He’s known Dad for years—they went to school together, and sometimes lately he’s been more of a dad than my real dad.

“Why don’t you head off early? I can cope, and I’ll pay you for the rest of the night.”

I nod. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He pats my arm. “The world is a much brighter place with you around, Ivy. I’m only sorry I can’t give you more hours.”

“It’s okay. I’m grateful for what you do give me.”

Grabbing my bag and jacket from the back room, I then head toward the door.

As I take one last look at that corner of the room, Ajax looks up. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him smiling so much. He’s had a few to drink, but the woman leaning against his arm with the heart eyes is the cause.

For a second, confusion flashes across his face, but I turn and push the door open before walking out to my car.

It’s not a long drive home.

The house is quiet. For the first time in ages, Tyler seems to be asleep instead of up playing video games into the night.

I’m grateful for the break.

I throw myself onto my bed.

Tonight sucked.

My mother died two years ago, and Dad begged me to stay here rather than leave for the big smoke like I wanted to.

And now I’m trapped.

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