Chapter Twenty-Four
Twenty-four
Lane
Kam’s head bops along to a Britney Spears song playing from the radio as we drive through town. “Did you talk to Jameson last night?”
I didn’t remember until after Jameson left that my car was still sitting in the parking lot at work. Kam was more than happy to give me a ride, mostly so she can conduct her daily inquisition into my love life.
A smile spreads across my face as I look out the window, my eyes catching on the trees that are just starting to turn from vibrant greens to yellows and oranges. “Yes. And as usual, you were right. He was waiting for me to bring it up.”
She glances over, her head tilting.
“What?” I ask, eyes narrowing in confusion.
The corners of her mouth lift, a pleased smile spreading across her face.“You’re happy.”
I give her a puzzled look. “And I wasn’t before?”
She pulls into the bar’s pothole filled lot, parking in the closest spot, and puts her car in park. “You were happy and content. Now you are happy and excited.” She turns in her seat to look at me fully. “He’s good for you. I’m glad you found him.”
She’s right. I’ve never felt this type of happiness before, at least not since my dad died. Another smile spreads across my face. “Me too. Night, thanks for the ride.”
“Night, you’re welcome,” she calls as I get out, shutting the door behind me with a sharp thud.
My head bops along with the catchy country song someone put on as I finish filling the beer cooler, setting myself up for a busy night ahead. The band is due to start in half an hour and once they do I won’t have a second to breathe, let alone stock more beer.
The door creeks open, letting in the last of the setting sun, bathing the dimly lit bar in a soft glow, before closing with a soft click.
I see the bouquet of flowers before I see the man carrying them.
He’s wearing a familiar dark blue uniform, but I don’t recognize him.
Odd. I thought I had met all of Tina’s delivery guys, thanks to Jameson.
He sets the flowers on the bartop and gives me a charming smile. “Delivery for Lane Maddox.”
I smile lovingly at the flowers. “That’s me.” It doesn’t matter how many times Jameson sends me flowers, it always brightens my day and brings a smile to my face.
When I look up, the delivery man is staring at me, his eyes narrowed slightly, like he’s assessing me.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise and I have to force myself not to take a step back.
His lips pull into a smile, but something about it is off, nothing like the smile he gave me when he first walked in. “Have a nice day, ma’am.” He turns on his heel and walks out the door, but the prickle of warning remains.
Out of the corner of my eyes I notice a card sticking out of the flowers. My brows knit as I reach over and pluck it out. That’s weird, he never sends a card.