7. Travis
Chapter 7
Travis
Later that night, my staff arrives in preparation for our usual Friday night shenanigans. It’s the best damn night of the week under normal circumstances. Only, I can’t focus on anything other than how I messed things up with Charlie.
Having Paisley around has been pure joy and I can’t help but feel protective of her. But Charlie’s right, neither of them is mine to protect. Loving them won’t bring back my daughter.
Still, I can’t shake the thought that Charlie has come into my life for a reason. From the moment I met her, it’s like I knew we were meant to be. A life with her won’t be easy. She’ll challenge me at every turn and that’s exactly what I need. I’d trade all the peace I’ve worked so hard to earn for a lifetime of loving her.
“What’s up, man? You look off tonight. Are you worried about Founders Day? It’ll go off without a hitch.” Trent pours a beer and slides it across the bartop to me as the wait staff hustle to clock in for their shifts.
“No, I’m good. I got in too deep and too fast with Charlie. I thought it’d be a good idea to surrender the last bit of power and self-respect I have by falling in love with her too.”
“Didn’t go as planned?” Trent lets out a chuckle.
“There was no plan.” I take a sip.
He claps me on the shoulder. “It’s time to make one. I’ve never seen you fall so hard for anyone. You’ve got to make this work no matter what happens to the tavern.”
“Shut the hell up and stop acting like my damn therapist.” I walk away from Trent and turn on the charm with my employees. But even then, I know he’s right.
I can’t do anything halfway. I love Charlie and with me, it’s all or nothing. I can’t make that choice for her, but I know where I stand. I’m all in. I know what I need to do. When the sun sets and the crowds start to flood into the tavern, I slip out of the backdoor and get to work.