“Good.” He nodded. “Things good here?”
“Yep.” I wasn’t sure if Ray’s Taster’s Choice talk had inspired me or if I was just sick of my life being in limbo, but I took a deep breath and was about to tell Billy we needed to talk when he beat me to the punch.
“Hank called another family meeting, so I can take over from here.”
That was Billy’s way of telling me to get the fuck out. Whenever there were family meetings at the bar, I had to make myself scarce. For some reason, today his words felt like getting sucker punched.
“You are officially on vacation.”
“Thanks, man.”
I’d been toying with the idea of going to see my mom for her birthday, and maybe that was exactly what I needed to do. A few days away to clear my head before I did or said something I couldn’t take back might be just what the doctor ordered.