Page 45 of Forget Me Not

“How’re you doing, June?” Logan leans her elbows onto the table in front of us, propping her head up on her hands.

“I’d be doing better if you weren’t robbing me blind.” June places her hands on her hips before turning to me. “And only a beer for you? I sell top-shelf liquor here. You couldn’t go for any of the more expensive stuff?”

“You have a packed bar, June. The bartenders look overwhelmed by the number of people up there. I assure you we aren’t robbing you blind.” Logan laughs.

“You two together now?” June raises her eyebrow, ignoring Logan and keeping her attention on me.

“Yeah.” I look to Logan, a smirk tugging at my lips. I place my hand on her thigh under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We are.”

“Good luck with that,” she says, not even trying to hide the snark in her voice. I can’t help but laugh.

“Is that my favorite lady?” Asher says to June as he approaches the table, sliding up next to her and wrapping his arm around her small figure.

“Now he is a good customer.” She gestures to Asher.

“Yes, I am.” Asher smiles wide, proud of his newest title.

“But I’m nobody’s lady, sugar.” She promptly pushes his arm off of her. He fake pouts at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s a good customer because he drinks like a fish, June.” I chuckle at her as she brushes off the shoulder Asher’s arm was just touching.

“He’s right. I wouldn’t want to see his liver,” Lo adds in, laughing with me.

“He is fine. He’s a big, strong boy who needs sustenance. He can handle it.” June pats him harshly on the back, making Asher cough and Lo laugh harder.

“That’s not really how it works,” Lo says.

“Nobody asked you,” June interrupts. “What are you drawing now?” She nods her head toward my sketchbook. Asher moves around her, pulling the barstool across from Lo out and sitting down.

“A tattoo for me,” Lo says before I can answer. “Although he won’t let me see it yet because he’s evil.”

“I’m not evil, it’s just not ready,” I correct.

She rolls her eyes at me while June looks back and forth between the two of us.

“You two will get married,” June speaks.

Asher nearly chokes on his drink, trying to hold back his laughter while Lo’s eyes look two seconds from popping out of her head.

“You’ll pay me to supply the booze. Understood?” She looks at me.

“Understood.” I chuckle under my breath. June nods at me, flashing a dirty look at both Lo and Asher before turning to walk away. Demi walks up to the table just as June walks away. June stops before passing her, looking her up and down.

“Don’t break anything,” she says to Demi before walking away. Demi opens her mouth to speak back, looking half-surprised, half-offended. But with a parting stare from June, she keeps her mouth shut.

“I don’t break things.” Demi plops down into the barstool next to Asher, looking like a kid who got their candy stolen.

“Yeah, babe, you do.” Asher laughs at her, and she pouts further. The fact that he calls her babe doesn’t go unnoticed, but I will myself to remember that it’s Asher. He would probably call a rock babe.

I look over to Lo, thinking she must have invited Demi, and she looks just as surprised to see her as I am. Her eyes flicker back and forth between Demi and Asher.

“What are you doing here, Dem?” I ask her, confusion evident in my voice.

“Same thing as you, I assume. What, am I not allowed to come drink at my favorite bar?” Her eyes look everywhere but at me as she says it. I stay quiet, staring at her and waiting for her real answer.

“I invited her,” Asher says casually, shrugging his shoulders.

“Since when do you talk to my little sister, Asher?” I ask.

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