Six-Gun - Winter Travers Page 0,10

this was where I got the hell out of here. I was happy for Playboy that he had been able to find Raelyn, but I didn’t need to sit around and watch them be all mushy like some creeper.

“I’ll see you guys later,” I called.

Playboy raised his hand but was too occupied to talk because Raelyn was all over him.

I walked down the hallway and knocked on Memphis’ door.

She quickly opened it and looked up at me. “Yes?”

“You okay?” I asked. She didn’t seem like she was. She seemed shook.

“Yeah.” She moved to close the door.

My foot shot out, and I held it open. “What time do you need to be to work?” I was looking for any reason to talk to Memphis. I would talk to her about the damn weather if it meant she would keep the door open.

“Four.”

She obviously was trying really hard to not talk to me at all.

“Okay, if we leave here around three-thirty? I need to stop somewhere on the way.”

She shrugged. “You’re driving. You can do whatever you want.”

“But I want to make sure you’re okay with it.”

She eyed me warily. “Right,” she drawled.

She didn’t believe me.

She didn’t trust.

Jester had been the one to make her this way. He was the reason why she looked at me like I was some big bad wolf trying to eat her.

“Can we talk?” What I was going to say…I had no clue.

She shook her head. “I don’t have time right now. I need to shower and get ready for work.”

It was only half-past one. She had plenty of time to get ready and talk to me. I wasn’t going to push it, though. With Memphis, that was the one thing I couldn’t do.

“What about after work?”

She bit her bottom lip, and her eyes dropped to the floor. “Uh, we’ll see.”

I would take that. “All right. I’ll leave you to it then.” I gave her a nod and headed down the hallway to my room.

I couldn’t push Memphis. One wrong move, and I knew I would send her running to the hills.

Last night when I had grabbed her arm, she had looked so spooked. I didn’t ever want to see that look on her face again.

Memphis needed time, and I was going to give it to her.

Chapter Four

Let’s talk…

Memphis

“You can go home early tonight.”

I grabbed the three drinks off the bar and set them on my tray. “I don’t need to.”

Mitzy shook her head. “Well, I need you to because I don’t want to have to pay for you to stand around and do nothing.”

I balanced the tray on my hand and propped my other hand on my hip. “I don’t want to go home early tonight. I’d rather just work. Maybe you can see if any of the other girls want to go home.” If I went home early, that meant I would need to have my talk with Six-Gun sooner. Something I did not want to do.

“You came in early. You go home first. End of story, Memphis,” Mitzy ordered.

I frowned and leaned toward Mitzy. She was the only one who didn’t treat me like I was about to break. Most of the time, I appreciated that, but right now, I needed her to clue into the fact that I did not want off early and take pity on me. “Please, Mitz,” I pleaded.

“You got the boogeyman waiting for you at home or something?” she laughed.

“You could say that,” I mumbled.

Her face sobered. “What the hell is going on, Memphis?” she asked, suddenly concerned.

“I just…” How to say what I was feeling without sounding like an idiot? “Six-Gun wants to talk when I get off work, and I would just like to delay that for as long as I can.”

“What does he want to talk about?” she asked.

That was the million-dollar question. “I don’t know, but I don’t care.” I sure as heck did not want to find out. I could die right now and be okay with never knowing what Six-Gun wanted to talk about.

“Why not?” she asked. “Not like he’s bad looking at all, and he’s actually a decent guy from what I know about him.”

Maybe he was, but I wasn’t too sure about him.

Hell, I wasn’t too sure about anyone anymore. I had been a fool to start working for Jester, but that didn’t mean I deserved to be treated like a toy for them to use and throw away whenever they felt like it. Looking back, I wasn’t even sure why