course,”
I replied. “It’s just, you know, difficult customers.”
“I can imagine,” he said
sympathetically.
“Listen, Josh,” I said.
“I really don’t think tonight is a good time.”
“I think it’s the perfect
time,” he said persistently. “You look like you need some good conversation and
a few laughs.”
“Do I?” I asked shaking
my head at him. “What about me gave you that expression?”
“You just seem really …
tense,” he said and then he looked a little embarrassed. “But still really
hot.”
I couldn't help but laugh. There was something charming about him,
and after the train wreck that was Paul it was easy to laugh it up with someone
completely different. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” I said, enjoying
the flirting far more than I had expected to.
“Well, this is the first time I ever truly meant it,” Josh said.
As he spoke, he reached out with his right hand and pushed the lock of hair
that had fallen onto my face. I tensed from the unfamiliar contact but I didn’t
move away. It might actually be nice to spend some time with a stranger and
forget for a moment everything that made my life depressing.
“Hey, buddy,” a hostile
voice said from behind me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I turned around in alarm to find Paul staring daggers at Josh. I
looked at him with incredulity. “Paul, are you kidding me? Go back to your
booth.”
He didn’t even
acknowledge me. “That’s my wife you’re touching asshole.”
My eyes went wide with horror as embarrassment flooded through me.
It was just like Paul to screw everything up just when I was beginning to feel
normal again. Josh looked back and forth between Paul and me with confusion.
“Excuse me?” he asked. Then he looked at me, “You’re married?”
“Divorced,” I said with
finality. “For over a year now.” I turned to Paul. “You need to leave, right
now.”
“I’m not going anywhere
until this dick gets the hell away from you.”
“Are you for real, man?”
Josh asked as anger began to color his tone. “I think it’s pretty clear that
she wants nothing to do with you.”
Then without any warning, Paul launched himself at Josh, pushing
me out of the way in the process. I knocked into one of the tables and almost
tripped over my own legs but I managed to steady myself in time. When I looked
up again, Paul had Josh’s head fastened beneath his elbow as he tried to punch
him in the gut.
“Paul!” I screamed. “Stop
this now!”
A few of the guys at the bar came forward and pulled the two
furious men apart. Paul was struggling against their hold but Josh calmed down
almost immediately. I could see that Paul had hit him the face; his left cheek
had already started to bruise.
“Oh God,” I said coming
forward. “Josh … I’m so sorry—”
“To hell with this,” Josh
said with unexpected venom. “I don’t need this high school drama.”
He wrenched himself free of the two men who were holding him back
and straightened out his shirt. He gave me a parting glance and then he walked
out of the bar without a second look. Furiously, I turned towards Paul, who was
panting heavily.
“Are you out of your mind?” I screamed. “Going around bars and
picking fights with random strangers? What are you, fifteen-years-old?” I
ripped the apron from around my waist and threw it at his face. “Stay away from
me! Just stay the hell away from me.”
With that, I turned and walked out of the bar, wondering if I was
just another twenty-eight-year-old woman whose life had peaked in high school
and then gotten lost in the rough and tumble of life.
Chapter Five
Dylan
I woke up to laughter and conversation. My head was aching from
the previous night and I could smell the girl’s perfume on me. I had
Christiane Shoenhair, Liam McEvilly