5 Years Later: a second chance romance novel by London Casey & Jaxson Kidman & Karolyn James

Author:London Casey & Jaxson Kidman & Karolyn James [Casey, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 22

(What About Your Date?)

FIVE YEARS AGO

(LILY)

I couldn’t focus. All I wanted to do was pace. I sat in the small office that smelled like old rotted wood. Dale had a torn-up binder open and was flipping through pages. Sweat was collecting on his forehead, and he was jittery, as if he had too much coffee.

“You’re in shock,” he said.

“What?”

“I’m asking you questions and you’re not listening. Dammit. If I have to call the police, I will. Whatever you need me to do here, Lily. Preferably, corporate would want this to be contained in-house…”

“Corporate?” I asked. “You mean Steve and Beth?”

“Hey. They own five restaurants and have a General Manager. They’re corporate.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Dale threw his pen to the desk. “No. I’m sorry. Look at me, getting frustrated at you. You were attacked. You witnessed a fight.” He shook his head. “I hate to do this, Lily, but I need to make a formal record of this. In case anything happens.”

“What do you mean?”

“The guy who got beat up. In case he tries to come after us. I need to have this on record. And a copy of the video, so if something happens, police can pursue the attacker.”

“Attacker? That guy? He saved me.”

“He hit someone. Repeatedly.”

“I was going to hit the guy who made comments at me.”

“You would have been fired.”

I clenched my jaw shut. Arguing with Dale was useless.

I sat there, my legs bouncing, and I recounted the entire story. Beginning to end. I did, however, omit the parts that I knew the attacker and then met the attacker out back and planned on meeting the attacker again after work.

It was a risk to have Aiden back at the restaurant again, but I had no way of contacting him. He had a new cell number, and I didn’t have it yet.

Once the report was done, Dale told me to head out. My shift was done.

I nodded and went to the employee room to get a change of clothes. That’s where one of the waitresses—Willow—was waiting for me.

“Hey,” she said. “Fucked-up day, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Football,” she said. “I don’t get it. These guys are straight, yet they get all horny watching dudes slam their bodies in one another. That confuses me.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Listen, I took care of your tables,” she said. “Told everyone you weren’t feeling well.”

“I appreciate that, Willow.”

Willow dug into her apron. “These are the tips.”

“Willow, you keep them.”

“No. They were your tables. You did most of the work.”

I looked at the cash. Sadly, every little bit counted for me. But that didn’t mean I was going to take advantage of people. Even some like Willow who had a lawyer boyfriend who made deep into the six figures and bought her a brand-new car and spoiled the hell out of her. I actually really respected Willow for wanting to work, wanting her own money, and wanting to go to school and become a nurse.

So, I took half the money.

“We split,” I said. “Final decision.”

“Judge and jury, huh?” she asked.

“That’s right.

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