Poseidon by Carly Spade

Author:Carly Spade [Spade, Carly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

I’d thrown on my little white dress with cap sleeves to wear to The Quarter with Poseidon. He picked me up in his navy-blue Chevy Silverado truck, holding the door open for me both in and out, and yet again as we entered the bar.

“You’re laying the charm on thick tonight, Simon. Hoping to get lucky?” I elbowed him in the side.

He slipped a hand over my lower back, making a breath catch in my throat. “I’d like to think I already have, but I’d be lying if the thought of you underneath me again doesn’t entice me.” His beard brushed against my nape as he whispered into my ear.

I’d be lying too if I said the thought didn’t ignite every possible nerve in my body.

The sight of the shoreline in the distance caused me to freeze. A pale mirage of my children playing in the tide shimmered over my mind, my daughter barely old enough to walk, her older brother helping her up whenever she’d fall on her butt. A whimper fluttered from my throat.

“Cory?” Poseidon’s hand pressed between my shoulder blades, kneading my muscles.

Sniffling, I gave him a warm smile and squeezed his arm. “I’m fine. Let’s get inside, hm?”

As we stepped through the doorway, the loud sounds of two pianos playing, accompanied by men singing and the murmuring crowds, pulsed in my ears.

“You want a drink?” Poseidon pointed at the bar extending the room’s length except for the dance floor in the corner.

“Absolutely.” I slipped my hand into his, letting him lead me through the droves of people standing near the stage, others leaning on hi-top tables with varying colors of plastic cups filled with watered-down beer.

The Quarter’s décor made it feel like stepping back in time—stained glass domed lights, ornate patterns carved in the wood ceiling, framed advertisements circa eighteen hundred. Even the bar itself had old-fashioned brass fixtures for the beer taps.

“Here we go. I do believe someone mentioned cheap beer.” Poseidon grinned, making his bicep peeking from the aquamarine v-neck shirt he wore bulge as he handed a blue plastic cup with a handle to me. “They had a bunch of colors, but I got us both blue.”

“Thanks.” I smiled, taking the cup with both hands.

All tables were occupied, so we found a vacant spot near a pole to lean against, watching the show. Two white pianos faced each other while two men sang The Joker by the Steve Miller Band. Each piano had a glass jar filled with cash and request cards rested at each table. Poseidon’s burly arm wrapped around me from behind, pulling me against him. He let his hand rest on my hip.

“I truly am sorry for neglecting you,” his low voice rumbled in my ear.

I shook my head, trailing my fingers over the masculine scattering of hair on his arm. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I should’ve come to you. Talked things out. Instead—”

He took my words away by pressing a kiss to my temple and gripping me tighter.

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