“Anything.”
Savannah
I’m tired and just want to hibernate in my little apartment. All afternoon, I’ve felt like crap over my conversation with Cole. Never once did I plan to tell him I was pregnant and then get into an argument. Of course, I’d never ask him to leave the Blackstone team. It’s just with José, if anything happened to him, it would be my fault again. I feel like crying, but Jake bumps me in the hip, making me move so he can ring in his order.
“Thirty minutes left, and the place is still packed.” He groans. “I’m so flippin’ beat, and all I can think about is passing out in Graham’s goose down duvet. I swear I’m only with that man for his blanket. Well…” he gives me a smirk, “that and one other thing.”
“I miss my neighbor,” I pout, fighting down a surge of emotion. Seriously, this whole jacked up hormones thing is getting a little old.
His hands fly to his hips. “You think I don’t lust over your coffee? Or your chocolate chip cookies? Oh!” He smacks my arm. “That reminds me. Keith was in here snackin’ on one earlier. What the hell, woman?”
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “He had some frozen from a while ago. Trust me, I’ve heard all about it from Mark.”
“Mark doesn’t count. He could eat an entire cow and have room for seconds. He doesn’t love treats like I do, and I have no one making me any.” He gives me sad eyes and sticks out his cute little lip.
“Fine. The can on top of my fridge.”
“Hang on,” his eyes narrow on me, “you have some cookies in your apartment, like, right now?”
I open a beer and hand it to a woman. “I need them to bribe Keith with.” I shrug, feeling no shame. I turn to my next customer and want to sigh, but I hold it together. “Hello, Don. Scotch, neat?”
“You know I come to this place just to see you make my drink.” He smiles and places his credit card and his hotel key side by side in front of me. “I love how you wait on me.”
I hold back my rolling stomach as I take the credit card, leaving the key behind. When I turn back around to hand him his drink, I jump when I see Cole sitting right next to him.
Don slides the key at me. “You know you want to take it, sweetie.” I rub my face. My tolerance for this man drains out of me.
“Are you going to want another? We close in fifteen,” I say rather rudely. Of course, he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring at my chest.
I turn to Cole, whose jaw is ticking. I know he could punch Don once and kill the man. “Brandy?” I pull out a glass.
“Please.” He nods, rubbing his face. He seems as irritated as I am. “How are you?”
I pour him a double, slip a napkin under it, and slide it over. “Tired.” I shrug.
“I can fix that, doll,” Don cuts in, waving his room key at me.
Cole goes to speak, but I place my hand on his. “Trust me, Don, you’re not going to want anything to do with me in nine months.”
He makes a disgusted face. “Fuck off. Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Cole warns. “Show some respect.”
Don takes a moment, not listening to him, then shrugs. “I’m into kinky shit.”
Cole turns to look at him, and my blood runs cold. I actually fear for Don’s life right now.
“Cole,” I reach for his arm, “please.” He squeezes his eyes shut, calming himself.
“We’re done! Thank fuck!” Jake cheers behind me. “Here.” He slips my tips into my pocket then reads the situation. “Umm, I’ll punch you out and get your things.”
I take my apron off and wipe down the bar. All the while, Cole and Don sit side by side, both watching me. Don has some balls, or he has a death wish, or maybe he’s just clueless, but he doesn’t move away from Cole.
“Great job tonight, Savi,” Zack says, coming in through the dining room area. “Hey, Logan. So, the rumor is true.” I know they’re referring to the fact that Cole didn’t go with the Blackstone team.
“It’s the first time in twelve years.” He glances at me. “Had a good reason to stay behind, though.”
I give a small smile, letting the good feeling spread through me.