Siren Song (A Siren Song Book 1) by Bella Crane

Author:Bella Crane [Crane, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-24T22:00:00+00:00

The Tuesday crowd at Shuckers was thin, consisting of old people who came in every weekday during the summer. They always tipped well, and most ordered the grilled catch of the day and black coffee. I was ready to get back to work, but Rob cornered me for my drug test as soon as I came in the door.

Instead of sending me to the hospital to face the awkwardness of someone standing over me while I peed, he swabbed my mouth. “A new way to do it,” he explained, capping the cotton wand and stuffing it into a biohazard bag. “I just send this off to Charleston and they get me the results in a week or two.”

“I feel like a Maury reject.”

He sighed and shook his head. “You know I hate doing this, Daniella. I just want to ma—”

I held up a hand to cut him off. “—manage a tight ship. Got it, Rob, and seriously, I don’t mind. The test will be negative because I don’t do drugs. Ever.”

“Good, just didn’t want you to quit.”

I still felt slightly dejected as I left his office. But my day officially became a lost cause when I saw Golden Boy seated in my section. His eyes traveled down my body, pausing on each curve.

The corners of his mouth tugged into a bigger smile the closer I got. His expression was so infectious that I almost wanted to smile back, but I refused to give him that satisfaction. “What do you suggest?” he asked when I stopped next to his table and started digging around in my apron for my pen and pad.

“Are you going to ask me that every time you come here?”

“I told you the first time, I like hearing your voice,” he shot back.

“Vegetarian, remember?” Once again, I felt underdressed next to him, even though he was dressed simply in cargo shorts and a plain white tee. I wore my faded Shuckers t-shirt that hugged my curves a little too much and the black, cotton work pants that shrunk during one of Aiden’s laundry expeditions. “I’d be happy to get you a bowl of pureed veggies, though.”

“Surprise me,” he said.

I snorted. “Veggie surprise it is, then.”

“How’d school go yesterday?” Weston’s question stopped me on my way to the kitchen, and I turned to face him with a halfhearted shrug.

“Stuff I already know.” I wouldn’t tell him how I hallucinated cutting my hand.

He swiped a sugar packet from the dispenser, twisting it in his long, bronze fingers. “Cocky, huh?”

“Not entirely. And if you spill that sugar, you clean it up.”

“You ever say anything nice?”

“I thanked you for taking me home yesterday, didn’t I?” And when I turned him down, the look on his face told me I would not see him for a while. So why the hell was he here and sucking the life out of my section with . . . Summer Boy essence?

Rob skidded over, eyes alert because I’d been at Golden Boy’s table too long. My boss was probably nervous thinking about what I would say to Weston.

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