Wylde (Iron Tzars MC 9) A Bones MC Romance by Marteeka Karland

Author:Marteeka Karland [Karland, Marteeka]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BIN 010942-03559
Published: 2023-10-05T00:00:00+00:00

The next day, good as his word, Brick picked me up at four-thirty for my shift to start at five. Deacon would pick the girls up at seven so they could get breakfast before school, but Apple always made them breakfast. Likely, the little imp would make breakfast for everyone in the school carpool. That’s who she was. And she’d still be trying to impress Deacon.

Once at the coffee shop, I went about my morning, readying for the day. Surprisingly, Jordan showed up when she was supposed to at seven with a smile on her face. She worked hard which was, again, uncharacteristic. I wasn’t about to question my good fortune, though. And I didn’t mention what had happened a few days before.

Wylde didn’t show. While I was grateful to not have to deal with the drama, I couldn’t help but miss him. Which was so not good for me.

“If you want to go on home, I can close up.” Jordan grinned as she looked up from her phone. She’d done her fair share of work today, but she was still attached to her phone. I didn’t mind, and I got it. Apple and Lemon were much the same. Weren’t most people?

“I appreciate it, Jordan, but I’ll stay. It was one of the things I promised Henry when I took the job as manager. I’d always open and close.”

She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She picked up her stuff -- including what was in the tip jar -- and left with a wave. I shook my head with a sigh. For someone who was willing to let me go home, she sure booked out of there in a hurry. And her actually working today was probably her excuse for picking up all the tips instead of dividing it out like we usually did.

The last hour was busier than usual. I could have used Jordan’s help, but as always, I managed. As the last customer left, Henry Dorson walked in. The owner of the shop greeted me happily. He was in his sixties. This shop was his retirement project. It had been something he’d wanted to do before he retired. To make his living with it. He came in and worked from time to time now, but mostly, he left it to me. It made him money and I took care of the day-to-day running, so all he had to do was write the checks.

“You’re here by yourself? I thought we always had two people from seven to five?”

“We do. Jordan had some stuff to do so I let her leave early. It’s fine, though. Only got busy this last hour and I kept up.”

“I know you did,” he sighed. “You always do. But part of being a manager means you need to keep your people where they’re supposed to be. You always cover for her, but we both know Jordan draws a check. She doesn’t actually work.”

I sighed and shook my head. “She tries. Sometimes.”

He snorted. “It’s the sometimes part that pisses me off.

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