Let Me In-Dragan's Tale: The Mikhailov Brothers by Amanda Hough

Author:Amanda Hough [Hough, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amanda Triplett
Published: 2014-08-11T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

BANANA FRITTERS

Toni

We stopped by the hospital before Dragan drove me to the bar. I’d needed to check on Mom and talk with the outgoing nursing staff before shifts change. A little trick I’d learned years ago. Be there to talk with the nurses. You could die of old age waiting for a doctor to return a phone call.

While eating breakfast I’d tried, without success, to get Dragan to talk about the nightmare he had last night. In truth he’d scared the crap out of me because I forgot he was on the sofa. When my alarm went off, I was reaching out to slap the snooze button when I heard him calling my name.

When I’d finally woke him and got him off the couch, he was soaked in sweat. He kept touching my face, tracing my throat. He looked... haunted.

Characteristically male, he denied the severity of the dream. Even though I saw it in his face. He looked lost. And for the first time in my life, I wanted to be the kind of woman to make it all better. I just didn’t have that thing Evie had. That softness. But when I offered, he stared at me like I had two heads. On the plus side, he made me breakfast. So, I ate and tried not to get jealous at the thought that he would probably call Evie and tell her about his feelings. But, since, I apparently love rejection from this man; I tried again in the car. Still nothing.

So, I got to The Booth and started getting ready for the day.

The Booth was famous for a few different things. The music, the burgers and my muffins. And no, I was not referring to my tits.

I got through one year of college before my mom got sick enough that I needed to drop out to focus on her. She was not happy but there was no way in hell I was going to be in New Orleans at Tulane when she was alone in Austin. And being a stupid nineteen-year-old I’d convinced myself that I would go back to college, but I didn’t. Honestly, I didn’t care. I missed Austin and Evie and David. And I really missed my momma. So, I came home and David hooked me up at The Booth. He’d been playing gigs and was in real good with Rosa and Lenny. Within a year, he’d taught me all I needed to know to manage the place and I found that I loved it. I’d developed a true affection for a lot of the regulars. I got to hear the live bands and even sang every now and again.

Sundays, however, were special. On Sundays, I came in early to bake sweet breads and muffins. And whatever I sold, Rosa let me keep the profits. That was at least an extra two hundred bucks in my pocket a week. And all that extra went into my Booth fund.

In addition to my job at the bar, I worked a few mornings for Benny.

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