Chapter 12
Harris
The doorbell woke me up.
Groaning, I lifted my head and squinted my eyes at the digital clock beside my bed. Fuck.
Two thirty-six. PM.
Fucking, fuck. I needed to get up and head to the club.
I was going on maybe three hours of sleep. I’d left the club at ten the night before and gone out to look for Lucy when her dad had called to see if she was still with me. I’d torn the entire city apart hoping to find her. Around three that morning Jesse had finally texted me that she’d made it home. I’d gone back to First Bass, exhausted and stressed to the max and hadn’t gotten home until after nine that morning, still trying to get Lucy to call me back.
Her phone had still been off and I’d fallen into bed, unable to keep my eyes open for another second. My cell was still lying on the bed beside me where I’d left it, but there were no missed calls or texts. She was killing me, fucking killing me.
Not answering her phone. Wouldn’t see me again while she was in town. Leaving on Sunday. Not coming back.
Killing. Me.
Well, fuck that. I didn’t care if she wasn’t going to make this easy for me. If I wanted easy I would have moved on. Hell, I never would have waited for her in the first place. Lucy Thornton was anything but easy. She was the exact opposite and that was just one of the million and one things I loved about her.
She was still killing me, though.
The doorbell rang again, and this time the person pressed and didn’t let go. Shit.
Jumping out of bed, I grabbed the shirt I’d tossed on the floor that morning and headed for the front door. If it was Jace, I was going to punch him in the face. He knew I’d been out looking for Lucy and had promised to call if he or Kin talked to her.
My tired brain realized it probably wasn’t Jace by the time I got to the living room of my one-bedroom apartment. He was probably getting ready to head out to Virginia with Kin for his sister’s graduation that weekend. Muttering a curse because I had no clue who was at the door, I paused to look through the peephole.
Seeing the blonde standing on the other side—still holding down the doorbell—had me groaning. Unlocking the door, I pulled it open and glared down at Angie. “What?”
“Holy shit. Who gave you the fat lip?”
I grimaced and touched my swollen lip with my tongue. Lucy had gotten some good hits in the night before. I was fucking proud of her. “Lucy.”
“Oh.” Angie grinned.
My glare turned harder. “What do you want?”
“Jenna won’t let me in.”
My brows lifted. “And?”
“So give me the fucking key,” she growled at me, putting her hands on her hips and tossing her long blond hair back. “She can’t just sit up there and sulk.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s all she does these days.” I turned away from the door and opened the drawer to the little table behind me. Pulling out a set of keys, I found the one to my old apartment and handed it over. Jenna would probably call me later and bitch, but Angie was right. Jenna needed to stop sulking so much and get out.
After everything that had happened in January, Jenna had become a hermit. She rarely left the apartment we’d once shared. Natalie had completely cut herself off from her sister, but Drake and Shane still came around. Without their wives or kids, though. No one, not even Drake, was happy with her after she’d kept her time in rehab from them. That she’d babysat Drake’s girls during a time she had been high—something I’d had no idea about—had turned Lana and Harper Stevenson against her. Drake still tried to help her stay clean, but it would take a miracle before he let his daughters around her again.
Jenna was an outcast now, and she didn’t help matters any by just staying in her apartment, painting dark emo shit and not talking to anyone.
The only shining light in Jenna’s life these days was Angie, who had taken it upon herself to help Jenna. Most days, however, Jenna tried to keep Angie out, but Angie being Angie, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Neither was I. If Angie helped my friend even a little bit, then I would give her the key to the apartment and anything else she needed.
Snatching the key from me, she twirled around, making her hair hit me in the face and headed for the elevators. “See ya.”
“Make sure she eats,” I called after her.
“That was the plan.”
I started to close the door, then stepped out. “Hey, Ang.” She stopped at the elevator to look at me. “Can you take care of her for me for a few weeks? I think I’m going to be out of town for a little while.”
Blond brows lifted, but she only nodded. “Sure. Don’t worry about Jenna.” The elevator arrived and she stepped inside. “Call me, though. Let me know you’re alive and shit.”
I smirked. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Angie.”
Closing the door, I headed back to my room and went straight for the shower. If I was going to be out of town, I had some serious work to take care of at the club.
My staff was already arriving by the time I got to First Bass. Normally I was there an hour before them, so they stopped to gape when I walked in behind them. Ignoring their looks, I headed for my office. “Tell Nate I need to see him,” I called over my shoulder.
I got straight to work, making sure everything was in order for my assistant manager when she got back. If I ended up being gone as long as I planned, then I had to make contingency plans. Every base had to be covered because I wasn’t going to let work interfere once I left.
It took Nate thirty minutes to get to my office. I hadn’t expected him to jump the second I sent someone after him. He was good at his job and that meant he did the shit that needed doing without me having to tell him. Anything I needed to speak to him about could wait.
I was putting together the ‘to do’ list for the assistant manager when my office door opened and Nate walked in. “Yeah?”
I lifted my eyes from my computer screen long enough to glance at him. “Sit down. I need to talk to you about something.”
Taking one of the two empty seats in front of my desk, he smirked as he stretched out his long legs. “Nice lip. Lucy has a hell of a left hook.”
I ignored his jab and picked up the stack of papers I had already printed off. “I’m leaving Sunday night. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so you need to step in as my second assistant manager in case Barb needs help.”
That wiped that smirk off the bartender’s face. He sat up straight, his eyes wide. “What?”
“You’re the only one I trust to step into that role, Nate. You know this club inside and out and I know you can handle any problems that pop up just as well as I can.” I offered him the papers. “This is the contract. I’ll pay you a salary and you can still keep the tips you make while bartending upstairs.”
He took the contract and flipped through it. He read over it, taking in all the details like a smart person should. I hadn’t expected him to just sign and not read the damn thing. I knew the second he saw the page that had the salary I thought he deserved on it. His head snapped back up. “You trust me that much?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, man. I trust you that much. Now sign the fucking thing so I can send it over to my lawyer. I have shit to do and only a few days to get it done.”
Nate shook his head, grabbed a pen and scribbled his name over the last page. “Where you going?”
“Florida.” I took the contract, scribbled my signature under Nate’s and then tossed it on the table behind me so I would remember to send it to my lawyer.
Nate blinked like I’d just said outer space. “Florida? What the fuck is in Florida?”
“Right now, nothing. Next week, everything.”