Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

5

RUBY

T he Wednesday night crowd at my bar keeps me busy enough to almost forget about the flowers. Almost. They sit at the end of the bar, winter rose camellias in various shades of pink, making my heart skip every time I catch their sweet, floral scent mixed with the lingering memory of Garrett's kiss.

"Boss, table four needs another round." Ash's voice pulls me back to reality. My bouncer in the bar and bartender moves behind the bar, his sleeve tattoos catching the warm lighting. The nautical scenes wrapping his arms seem to move when he works, waves and ships dancing as he mixes drinks. I told him that once I make more money, I will hire a bouncer, so he focuses on the bar side of things.