The asshole hangs up. I groan. This is going to be a long day.
ChapterThree
Siobhan
Every dayin Luna Harbor is a Monday.
I like my job and I can usually say that working at a brewery is fun, but that’s not always the case. Especially today…
Today, the tour guide bailed on me. I dealt with executives who decided to take the tour as part of their weekend retreat. Three of them hit on me. None of them even hid their wedding rings. Assholes. As if I’m going to accept being their weekend mistress.
And, of course, the day isn’t over yet. If I had the time, I’d go for a run. Maybe after that, I might be able to forget that one of those assholes pinched my butt. Thank God the sheriff was close by and helped me shove them out of the brewery. If not, I would’ve shown him how a beer bottle can be more fragile than a human skull by using his head.
“All the good guys are taken,” I say as I enter Nydia’s shop searching for something sweet that will dilute the anger running through my veins.
“No, they aren’t,” she states. “You’re just looking in the wrong places, like Luna Harbor. Not that I mind, but why are you here in the middle of the day? Are we slacking?”
I show her a chocolate bar. “I need sugar, or I might maim one of my employees or several of the patrons that tour Wicked Luna today.”
“You know how to fix that,” she says.
“By quitting?”
She grins. “That could work. The other is contacting the temp agency so they can send someone out to help you out.”
I roll my eyes because she sounds like a broken record. “Mr. Matthews said today, help is on the way. I want to believe that’s true. If anything, I already sent a request for two temporary employees.”
Her playful smile stretches when she asks, “Are they hot?”
I glare. “I didn’t ask them to send me their profile pictures or Tinder handles.”
She marches to a shelf where she picks up a bag. Then, she grabs the chocolate from me, and shoves said bag into my hand. “Here, these gummies should keep you calm for the rest of the day. You don’t have time to go to the police station, and I don’t have bail money.”
I’m ready to murder someone. She’s right. I wave the lavender gummies bag. “How much for this?”
“It’s on the house,” she answers, concentrating on her computer.
“Nydia,” I say her name as if saying, are-you-kidding-me? She needs paying customers, not a needy friend who comes and steals candy every time she has the urge to murder someone.
“Siobhan,” she says my name and adds, “Leave, I have things to do, and you have a beer empire to run.”
“Honestly, I should just quit,” I finally say it out loud.
I came here for a different reason. Who thought that Luna Harbor and a family could be my future? Maybe me, when I had a guy who I thought loved me. Who knew he’d meet someone else during his trips to the city? Loyalty is hard to find these days.
Asshole.
Nydia’s body tenses. “There’s always that option. I’ll miss you, but with your qualifications, you can get a better job in the city.”
“I can’t just quit. Mr. Cantú needs me,” I mumble.
The poor guy and I are like soulmates—two people who don’t have a family or anyone to love—or love us.
* * *
Today shall be remembered ashell day.
Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong and then some. I’m trying to keep up with the orders at the sports bar when it happens.