Page 13 of Comeback
He glances from the road to me quickly. “We don’t have to stay long. I just need to find Sabrina and ask her to move in.”
“What was wrong with texting?”
“Too impersonal. Why aren’t you excited right now?Hot girls. Dancing.”
“I’m excited,” I say, though I don’t feel the least bit of excitement.
“Are you seeing someone and haven’t told me?”
“No. Why would you think that?” There’s very little that he doesn’t know. In fact, only one thing comes to mind.I really don’t want Sabrina to move in.
“You haven’t mentioned anyone lately and you’re not excited about Lilac Lounge.” He shrugs.
“No. Sadly there’s no one new.” It’s hard to find time to date at the start of the season. Or any time really.
Brogan lifts his brows and grins. “Well, maybe we can change that tonight.”
5
SABRINA
“Some guy is asking for you out front,” Liam, one of our bartenders tonight, calls to me as he walks behind the bar. I’m refilling my tray with shots, but I pause to glance toward the front of the club.
Olivia tips her head toward the small vials filled with purple liquor. “Maybe you should toss one of those back.”
She’s right. Sometimes we get regular guys in here who ask for us by name. It usually turns into an awkward encounter where they read too much into a previous visit to the club. I smile at everyone, but it does not mean I want to go home with them.
“I hope it doesn’t come to that,” I say before heading out to the floor. I walk in the general direction of the front door but then make my way through tables and people standing around in groups checking to see if anyone needs a drink as I go.
It’s a slow night for shots, but I’m glad to be working the floor right now instead of dancing. I spent all day looking at real estate—very bad real estate. I thought finding an apartment would be easy, but everything is either too expensive or too far away from where I want to be.
I lower my tray as I get through the crowd to the front entryway. Scanning for anyone who looks like they’re waiting for me, I turn in almost a full circle before I spot them.
Brogan and Archer. A smile pulls at the corners of my lips and a dipping sensation happens low in my stomach. We walk toward each other, meeting in the middle.
“Shot?” I ask, feeling a little uncomfortable once I’m standing in front of them.
Brogan gives me his signature easy smile. He’s always so damn happy to see me. I wonder if we’d grown up together what kind of relationship we’d have. Would we be close and talk often or would we take having a sibling for granted? Is it possible we’d still be friends like I think we’re starting to become now? Or were before I left.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask when neither of them speaks or moves to take a shot from my tray.
“I thought you’d be dancing.” My brother tips his head to the two cages on either side of the club. There are two more outside near the pool.
“I’m not up until later.” We take shifts. The cages are too small to do any strenuous dancing, but it still gets exhausting being on display.
“We’re here to see you,” Brogan says with a nod of understanding. “Can you talk?”
A hint of nervousness works its way in. They came to talk to me? My brain searches for answers, but I can’t come up with a single one. “Sure. Let me get rid of these shots and then I can take my break.”
Brogan reaches into his pocket for his wallet and puts cash on the tray, then takes the last two shots.
“Thanks,” I say, putting the cash in my apron and bringing the tray down to my side.
Brogan and Archer clink the glasses together and toss them back. I meet Archer’s gaze as he swallows. His throat works with the movement, and he grimaces slightly at the sweet alcohol. I can’t help but smile at his reaction, and surprisingly, he returns the expression. My stomach dips again as we continue to lock eyes.
“What is that?” Brogan asks, breaking the moment and forcing me to look back at him.
“It’s our signature drink. Vodka, champagne, and a few other things.”
