Foolish Me by Tinnean

Author:Tinnean [Tinnean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

CRIS FINISHED connecting a fresh keg of beer to the taps and wiped his hands on a bar towel. “Want a Coke, Sweets?”

“Is it too early for anything stronger? I really wouldn’t mind a Dewar’s, maybe, or a Canadian Club?” I totally put out of my mind what happened when I drank too much. I needed it!

“Nope. At eleven in the morning, Coke is all I’m gonna offer you.” Did he think I hadn’t seen the look he’d exchanged with Tim?

I sighed. “Okay.”

He filled a glass with ice, then displayed the nozzle. “This button is for Coke, this one is for ginger ale, this one’s 7Up, this one’s club soda, and this is water.”

“And I need to know this why?”

“Oh, ya never can tell.” Cris handed me the glass.

“Don’t I get a cherry with this?”

He grinned. “Sure. Why not?” He dropped one into my soda and touched my cheek. “It’ll be okay, Sweets.”

I couldn’t speak, just nodded and sipped my Coke.

“Give me a hand with this, would you, Sweets?” Tim was replacing bottles of scotch and gin.

“Sure.” I plucked the cherry from where it rested on the ice and sucked it off the stem, then joined him, chewing on it. “What can I do?”

“Hand me the Grey Goose and the Absolut, okay?”

One by one, I passed him the bottles of vodka, and he stacked them in a row.

“I take it you won’t want to go to Ruby Tuesday’s for lunch.”

I was being stupid about that. I couldn’t avoid pizza and Thai and Ruby Tuesday’s for the rest of my life. “No, Ruby Tuesday’s is fine, Tim.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Why make everyone else as miserable as I was?

“All right, then. I’m almost done here. We can get cleaned up and….” The bells over the door jingled, and Tim straightened, facing the front of the pub. “I’m sorry,” he said, more Southern than I’d heard him in… I blinked, realizing the South had been in his voice only the day before. “I’m closed right now.”

“He does that whenever tourists come in,” Cris whispered with an affectionate grin. “They eat it up with a spoon. So do I,” he murmured.

“And he can tell a tourist at twenty paces?”

“Yep. Same way he can tell who’s gay and who isn’t.”

It was an inane conversation, but it helped keep my mind off other things. Until I heard the “tourist” say, “I didn’t come in for a drink.”

“Wills?” My heart started beating a wild tattoo, and I stood frozen to the spot, unable to turn and face him. What was he doing down here? Was this another dream?

“Yeah, ‘Wills.’” His voice was cold and tight.

I sent a panicked glance Tim’s way. He was looking back at me, and his mouth tightened at my expression, but he said nothing.

“How did you get here?” Somehow I got the words out of my mouth. “There were no flights.”

“I drove. You didn’t think I’d come after you?”

“Well, now, actually, he didn’t.” Cris had seen my expression too, and his lip curled in a sneer.

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