another record.
“Earth to Addie,” Kat whispers, leaning over the bar toward me.
“What do you want?” I ask with a laugh.
“Why are you so chipper? Wait.” She shakes her head and resumes taking stock of the white wines in the cooler. “I don’t want to know.”
“It’s not that,” I reply.
“Still haven’t slept with him, huh?”
“Not yet,” I say with a sigh and pray that changes very quickly. The man has every nerve in my body on high alert and he’s not even here.
It’s so weird.
And, I admit, it’s pretty fun.
“Our numbers were very good last night.” I sip my latte.
“I know,” she says with a grin. “They were good back here too. Your boy sure brings in the crowd.”
“And they’re coming back because they like us,” I say confidently. “When I make my rounds through the dining room, customers rave about the food and the cool atmosphere.”
“Same back here too,” Kat replies and stands to jot down notes. “It’s good.”
“It’s fucking awesome.” We grin happily at each other, then fist bump, just as Marcy, one of my daytime waitresses, walks into the bar.
“I have a question,” Marcy says, a frown on her pretty young face. She’s only twenty-two, but she has the work ethic of someone twice her age, and she’s freaking adorable with her slim figure, big brown eyes, and deep auburn hair, so she makes great tips.
“Shoot,” Kat says.
“Who is Brian Tallman?”
Kat and I glance at each other and then roll our eyes.
“Did Cami give you his number?” I ask, then glare at the woman herself as she bounces happily into the room, then stops short when she sees us staring at her.
“What?” Her blue eyes widen innocently, but I know better. She isn’t innocent. “What did I do?”
“Did you seriously give Marcy your ex-husband’s phone number?” Kat demands.
“He’s your ex-husband?” Marcy asks with disgust. “Ew!”
“Like I told you, he’s a really nice guy,” Cami says. “He’s just looking for the right girl.”
“You do not need to be the one to find him that nice girl,” I tell her for the hundredth time since their divorce last year. “There’s no reason to try to set him up, Cam. He’s good looking, has a stable job, and isn’t a complete asshole. Those are most women’s requirements right there.”
“I know, but his women picker is so skewed,” she replies with a frown, and Kat and I both gape at her.
“Uh, Cami, he picked you,” Kat reminds her.
“Exactly!” Cami throws her hands up and paces in front of the bar in agitation.
“Is she okay?” Marcy whispers to me. I simply nod, then shrug.
Because she’s a bit wacky when it comes to Brian.
“I was not right for him.”
“Does that mean your man picker is skewed too? You married him,” Marcy points out, earning a sober stare from Cami.
“I shouldn’t have married him. But he’s a great person. He deserves someone beautiful and sweet and loving.”
“And he will find her,” Kat says as she wipes down the bar. “It’s just not your job to find her for him.”
“I’m going back to work,” Marcy says before returning to the dining room.
“Seriously, Cam,” I say, “stop trying to pawn off your ex-husband on my waitresses.”
“And my bartenders.” Kat points at Cami, driving her point home.
“Fine.” She sits on the stool next to mine. “The back of your top is pretty. Only you can pull something like this off.”
I grin at my friend. “Thanks.” The front of the gray top is quite modest, showing little cleavage, although it is clingy. But the back is wide open, hanging down in a swoop to the top of the small of my back. The sides are held together by three spaghetti straps in the center.
“I have to know,” Cami says softly, leaning in. “How do you keep your boobs up? You’re too busty to not wear a bra.”
“I want to know too,” Kat says with a nod.
“It’s a stick-on bra,” I inform them with a smile. “It holds me up, with stickies on the sides and underneath.”
“That’s like ripping duct tape off your skin.” Cami recoils and cringes. “Ouch.”
“Watch your nipples,” Kat says with both brows raised. “You don’t need to rip those off when you take it off.”
“I’ve done this before,” I assure them with a laugh and pull my hair back, covering most of what the top shows. Oh my God, my friends are funny. “And it’s not as strong as duct tape. But even if it were, it doesn’t cover the nipples.”
“Did I just hear you talking