Page 16 of Love Potion

I shake my head. “I’m good. We should sleep.”

“Sweet dreams, Jerr.”

“You too.”

I turn to my side, curling up again, and as Bane scoots closer, draping his arm over me, I resolve to toughen up by morning. Bane deserves to find the love of his life, and I’m going to help him do it.

“I don’t thinkthis is the right order.” I flip through the invoice pages to verify the order, but it doesn’t make sense. “The invoice says it’s for twenty highball glasses, but these look like water glasses.”

Lowen comes over and peers into the box, huffing as he pulls out a glass. “This is the second time this company has sent us the wrong order.”

“Seriously?” Salem complains, taking the invoice from me. “They’ve got the best prices, but I’m wondering if it’s worth it with all the problems we have with them.”

“It’s not,” Lowen says. “I’m calling this time.”

Salem scrunches his nose. “The wrath of Lowen.”

Lowen takes the invoice and marches toward the office, leaving me and Salem alone. “We’re keeping the glasses,” he announces. “The price they pay for yet another mistake.”

“Okay.” I continue unpacking the glasses from the box, setting them on the bar top as Florian comes around the corner with a cart full of liquor bottles to restock the shelves.

“Jerryn.” Florian’s eyes light up. “Where’s your partner in crime?”

“He had a dentist appointment. He should be here soon. Why?”

“I’ve been trying to think of a drink special to kick off the new school year. I wanted something fun and flirty, and I have yet to pick a drink inspired by you or Bane.”

I shrug. “I’m not really up on that kind of stuff.”

“What kinds of things light you up?” He adds a bottle of tequila to the shelf. “Foods, flavors, that kind of thing.”

“Hmm. I have a wicked sweet tooth. I love fruity things like raspberries or strawberries.”

Florian nods before restocking the vodka. “Fruity is good. End of summer. I can work with that.”

A few minutes later, the front door opens and Bane comes sauntering in. My stomach does a little flip every time I see him, even after all these years, and I know that means I spend way too much time with my bestie. I almost feel incomplete when he’s not with me.

“How was the dentist?”

“Easy,” Bane says. “Perfect report card.”

“Do you actually floss?” Salem raises an eyebrow.

“Most of the time, but I think I’m just blessed with good teeth genes.”

“Lucky,” Salem replies.

Florian leans on the bar, grinning. “Just in time. I need to know your favorite flavors.”

“For what?” Bane asks.

“I’m coming up with a drink special and using the two of you as inspo.”

Bane glances at me, a smile tugging at his lips. “I like tart drinks.”

“Fruity?” Florian asks while I frown.

Why is he developing a drink based on both of us? Are we considered one person even by the bartender?

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