“Sorry, Ray, I’ve been summoned.”
“Alrigh’ kid.” Ray slapped me on the shoulder before slathering BBQ sauce on the next batch of wings he was gonna smoke.
My mind was still stuck on what Ray had said when I walked from the back of the bar carrying a platter of wings, so it took me a second to recognize that there was a familiar voice coming from the front of the bar. My brain had just figured out what my ears were telling me when I walked back into the front of the bar and confirmed what I’d heard.
Bella was here. She was at Southern Comfort. She was standing next to my sister.
“There he is!” Cheyenne held her arm out toward me. “And this is my youngest brother, Jimmy. Jimmy this is Isabella, we went to school together.”
If I wasn’t mistaken, there was panic in Bella’s eyes. I may not know her that well, but I could clearly see that she was silently communicating to me to keep our past interactions to myself.
“Hi Jimmy, it’s nice to meet you.” She lifted her hand awkwardly.
“Nice to meet you too, Bella.”
A faint blush rose on her cheeks when I said her name, or at least the nickname I had given her.
“Isabella,” Cheyenne corrected.
“Sorry. Isabella,” I corrected, grinning from ear to ear.
The color on her cheeks darkened.
Damn, this was going to be fun.