This was, most likely, a big fat lie.
Therefore, I repeated, “Don’t get me kicked out of my pad, Maybelle.”
That was when my phone on the table started ringing.
“It’ll all be good,” she assured me, getting up. “Now, I accept your resignation. Grudgingly. Get your phone. And you’re on register three when you’re done with your break.”
She gave me a finger wave and took off.
I looked at my phone and took the call.
“Hey, Arlene,” I greeted.
Arlene was the dispatcher at the local taxi company in Gnaw Bone. She also part-owned it. She’d inherited it when her husband, who had part-owned it with his brother, passed. Since Gnaw Bone wasn’t a thriving metropolis and taxis were needed sometimes for tourists but most times about thirty minutes after last call, this meant she spent her days having plenty of time to get in everyone’s business.
I could see it was now my turn.
“What’s this I hear you movin’ in again with that Reece guy?” she asked instead of saying hi.
“Arlene—” I tried.
“Didn’t that boy leave you high and dry years ago?” she pushed.
“Well, not exactly high and dry. I knew he was a rolling stone and it was a matter of time. But that’s not what this is. We’re just roommates. The place I was stayin’ at wasn’t safe. His place is. He’s just makin’ me safe.”
“Know that about that dump you lived in already, Zara. Told you you should never move in there. It doesn’t even have a blasted peephole.”
My eyes rolled to the ceiling.
“Anyway,” she continued. “Whatever. We’re meetin’ for drinks tonight at The Dog. Seven thirty.”
“Arlene, I’ve got boxes to unpack.”
“So? Unpack ’em tomorrow night. Seven thirty. See you there.”
Then she hung up.
I guessed I was going to The Dog that night.
Oh well, this wasn’t a bad idea. Outside of moving me in, I hadn’t seen much of Ham and we needed to iron some things out. Like rent and utilities.
I had two hundred dollars. I could afford a drink.
So The Dog it was.
I put my phone away in my locker and hightailed my ass to register three.
* * *
At a quarter after seven, I walked in to The Dog, saw Ham behind the bar, and caught my breath.
I hadn’t seen that in eight and a half years.
And I missed it.
Both my sister, Xenia, and I wasted no time getting out from under our parents’ roof the minute we could.
For me, this meant hostessing at The Mark from age eighteen to twenty-one when I could legally serve alcoholic beverages. It was then I moved to The Dog and went from existing on practically no dough and living with a girlfriend in an apartment that was a half step up from my studio to having loads of cash in my pocket every night and getting my own place that I kept until I moved into my house, even through the time when I’d all but moved in with Ham.
So I’d had three years at The Dog under my belt before Ham got a job there.
Looking back, I’d fallen for him on sight. But he capped it being not only hot but cool and fun to work with. I never expected anything to happen. He was eleven years older than me, and back then, that was a lot. Even now, it still seemed like a lot.
But it happened for us. It didn’t take long. My parents never really got done screwing with me or Xenia. Not until they did it when Ham was around, he took my back, as he said, I landed in his bed, and he took care of that situation for me.
Not for Xenia, unfortunately. By then, Xenia was beyond anyone taking care of her, even professionals with years of training and experience.
I turned my thoughts from my sister like I always turned my thoughts from my sister but doing it meant I caught the sexy smile Ham threw at me when he caught sight of me.
Yes, this was going to be a struggle.
He moved down the bar when he saw I was moving in that direction.
I hefted my ass on a stool as he hit the bar in front of me.
“You didn’t tell me you were comin’ in,” he said as greeting.
“Command performance,” I explained. “Arlene.”
He smiled another sexy smile as he muttered a throaty, sexy, “Ah.”
I ignored the sexy, throaty “ah” and smile as well as my mild surprise that Ham obviously remembered Arlene from back in the day (then again, Arlene was unforgettable), though there was the possibility she’d been in since he’d been back, and stayed on target.
“I got home, unpacked some stuff so your head wouldn’t explode at the mess, and headed out or I would have called to let you know you needed to have a cold one waiting for me.”
Without hesitation, he moved back two steps, bent, pulled a cold one out of the glass-fronted fridge under the back of the bar, twisted off the cap, and came back to put the bottle of beer on the bar in front of me.
I grabbed it and took a deep pull.
When I dropped it, I noted, “Just to say, I only got a few boxes unpacked so don’t let your head explode. I’ll finish tomorrow.”
“Tell me you unpacked the dishes,” he ordered.
“Seein’ as you got paper plates, a weirdly ample supply of chopsticks, and that’s all, not even mugs, yes. I prioritized unpacking the dishes.”
He grinned. “Then my head won’t explode.”
“Good,” I mumbled and took another pull from my beer. When I dropped it, I asked, “You got a second to talk before Arlene gets here?”
“Jake’s out back, so I do but I do only if no one needs a drink.”
“This’ll be fast.”
His brows went up. “What’s up?”
“We need to talk about rent, utilities, stuff like that.”
“Why?”
I blinked and repeated a perplexed, “Why?”
“Well, seein’ as you’re not payin’ either, nothin’ to talk about.”
I didn’t blink then. I stared, wide-eyed and with lips parted.
I pulled it together to ask, “I’m not payin’?”
“Babe, told you, helpin’ you get on your feet.”
“But—”
“To get on your feet, you need cash.”
“Yes, but—”
“Yo! Barman!” a man’s voice called.
I looked to the right and saw a man holding up a ten spot.
“Be back,” Ham muttered and moved to the man.
I took a pull of beer, thinking about our brief discussion and how I felt about it.
Then I decided how I felt about it.
Luckily, Ham was quick getting beers for the guy, making change, and getting back to me.
“We good?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“Zara—”
I leaned in. “Please, listen to me.”
Ham held my eyes. “I’m listenin’.”
“I can’t let you do that. Even if we were together, I couldn’t let you do that. I’ve made my own way since I was eighteen.”
“Darlin’—”
“Please. Listen,” I urged.
Ham shut his mouth.
“We have to work something out. I know what it costs to rent there because I checked it out when I was moving. It was totally out of my range and I wasn’t even looking at two bedrooms with three balconies. I suspect half of your rent is more than my rent on the studio so, it sucks, but I can’t hack that. But I have to do something and you have to let me, Ham. I’m moving right back out if you don’t. Maybelline said I could stay with her and her husband if—”
He cut me off. “Half utilities, a hundred dollars the first month, a hundred fifty the second, two hundred the third, we stick with that for the next three and see where you’re at.”
I took a deep breath and felt the tension ease from my shoulders.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“So we got a deal?” he asked.
I nodded.
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His intelligent eyes moved over my face.
“Easy,” he murmured.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nothin’.”
“No, Ham, what?”
He again studied me and then he bent into his forearms in the bar and my stomach muscles contracted at the blow delivered from that memory.
Before we were together, and especially when we were, I couldn’t count the times when I stood outside the bar, Ham stood behind it, leaned into his forearms, leaned into me, while we flirted, chatted, talked deep, teased, joked, whatever.
I missed that, too.
Huge.
And my working there, Ham leaning into me now, I was getting it back.
Just not the way I wanted it.
Oh yes, this was going to be a struggle.
“Hesitate to say this, darlin’”—Ham took my mind from my thoughts—“but we had what we had and the deep part of that where we shared, I want us to get back to, so here it is. I think you got in that shit I spewed at you that, for the most part, I’m not a big fan of women. I’m a man, so basic needs, I’ve had my share, didn’t hide that from you but only two of those women I had were easy. Until that night we had our thing, one of ’em was you. You were goin’ through shit so I get it. But I want you to know, I’m glad you’re back to easy. It’s how I always thought of you and, when I didn’t have you, it was what I remembered of you.” He grinned. “That and your smile, how soft your hair was, and how good you were with your mouth.”
I hid the shiver his words caused and warned, “I’m not out of the woods, Ham. You’re helpin’ a lot but I have a loose hold on easy.”
“We’ll get you there,” he promised.
“Thank you for being cool,” I replied and smiled. “That’s what I remembered of you. You bein’ hot and cool.”
His hand came up and reached out. I braced, hoped, but feared that it would drop away.
It didn’t.
Ham did what he used to do. He tucked my hair behind my ear, his fingertips running the full length of the shell to the lobe, then dropped to my neck. He ran them down the skin there and they fell away.
Depending where we were back in the day, his fingers didn’t stop at my neck.
But I’d take that. As desperate and wrong as it was, it felt good. It made my scalp tingle, my eyelids feel heavy, my skin heat, and I missed that from Ham, too.
And when I could lift my eyelids again and focus on Ham, the look on his face, his eyes aimed at the spot where his fingers last touched, made my breath catch because he looked like he missed it, too.
“Just makin’ you safe? Yeah, right,” Arlene broke the moment by grumbling as she hefted her ass up on the stool beside me. “Coors, now, player,” she ordered, her eyes sharp on Ham.
“Player?” he asked, his eyes on Arlene, and then they moved to me.
Arlene turned to me. “Isn’t that what they call a Lothario these days?”
“Ham’s not a player or a Lothario, Arlene,” I told her firmly.
Arlene ignored me and looked at a displeased-looking Ham.
She also ignored that Ham looked displeased.
“Know her, don’t know you ’cept what I knew of you years ago when you were right where you are now. Like her and have for years. Don’t know if I like you yet. Also want her to get on her feet, and she don’t need no man playin’ with her heart while she’s doin’ it. So, just sayin’, this thing you two got goin’”—she put her fist toward her face, extended her index and middle fingers, pointed to her eyes then to Ham then back again—“I’m watchin’ you.”
Terrific. Now Maybelle, Wanda, and Arlene were all going to be up in Ham’s face.
Instead of getting pissed, the Ham I’d always known came out and his lips twitched.
“You wanna watch me get you a beer?” he asked.
“Yeah. And incidentally, that’ll go a long way to making me like you,” Arlene answered.
“So it doesn’t take much,” Ham noted.
“I don’t have a beer,” Arlene prompted.
Ham smiled flat-out, turned it to me, then got Arlene a Coors, putting it in front of her, murmuring, “Girl time.”
“Damn straight,” Arlene replied.
Ham gave her another smile, shot it to me, reached out and touched my fingers that were curled around the beer, and wandered down the bar.
“Yeesh, didn’t know a bear matin’ with a human could create somethin’ that divine but there it is. Proof,” Arlene remarked and I looked at her to see her checking out Ham.
So I looked back at Ham, who was now down the bar, grabbing the empty glass from in front of a woman he was also grinning at.
She was giving him come-hither eyes.
I looked away.
“Yeah, he’s hot,” I agreed.
“Hot or not, you be careful,” Arlene warned.
My gaze went to her.
Arlene was ornery, nosy, and in your business, but still lovable mostly because she was only nosy and in your business because she cared. She also had short hair permed in tight curls dyed a weird peachy color. Last, she was petite and very round but had tiny, graceful hands and feet. I’d always found that strange, but at the same time beautiful.
“We’re just roommates,” I stated firmly.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled disbelievingly.
“Seriously,” I told her.
“Take twenty years and fifty pounds off me, I was under that man’s roof, I’d do my damnedest to be just his roommate for about five seconds.”
“Been there, done that. We’ve moved on,” I told her firmly.
Arlene speared me with her eyes. “Got some life tucked under my belt along with this belly, girl. Remember him. Remember you. Know you. Now he’s back and I got a good look at him, his behind, and his smile. A girl doesn’t move on from that.”
“Okay,” I gave in. “So let’s just say I have approximately five thousand seven hundred and twenty other things on my mind that don’t involve Ham’s behind or smile that are priorities.”
“Stay focused,” she ordered and I smiled.
“I will, Arlene.”
“I will, too, Zara.”
Right. Confirmation. Arlene was going to be in Ham’s face and mine.
I looked away, took a pull off my beer, swallowed, and muttered, “Do what you gotta do.”
“Always do,” she muttered back after her own pull.
“But don’t get me evicted from my new pad by being nosy and in your face with Ham,” I demanded.
Her brows shot up. “Girl, I got finesse.”
“The finesse of a rhinoceros,” I returned.
She looked away, put her beer to her lips, but didn’t drink.
Instead, she said, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” Then she drank.
I put my beer to my lips but didn’t drink, either.
Instead, I smiled against it and replied, “Whatever works for you.” Then I drank, too.
“Suck that back. I’ll get us another one. Then another. And I’m payin’. I’m also not takin’ any lip about payin’. You can catch me on the flipside,” Arlene ordered.
“I drove here, Arlene,” I informed her.
“And I own a taxi company, Zara,” she shot back. “Bottom’s up. Girls’ night, on me. Live it up.”
That was an order, too.
Arlene, incidentally, was like Maybelline.
You just didn’t fight it.
So I bottomed up, caught Ham’s eyes, lifted my empty, and got another smile as he moved our way.
Yes, absolutely.
This was going to be a struggle.
Luckily, beer helped.
And so did knowing Arlene and Maybelline cared so much about me.
I just might make it through after all.
Chapter Five
Fair
Three weeks later…
I felt rather than saw Ham round the corner into the kitchen as I was wiping the counters.
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“I’ll be ready in a few. Just gotta get this done and get my boots on,” I told him.
I’d been back at The Dog for three weeks now.
I’d also been wrong. Waitressing at The Dog didn’t double or triple my pay.
It quadrupled it.
It had been a long time I’d been away. I guess I didn’t remember how good it could be.
And it was good.
In fact, it was all good. Living with Ham. Working with Ham. Having cash in my pocket. Not freaking because my gas tank was edging toward empty. Having beer in the fridge.
And Ham and I were back. Not, of course, the good stuff like my having his fingers, his tongue, and other parts of his anatomy but the other good stuff, like Ham making me laugh, Ham being mellow and tucking me snug in that mode, Ham being cool about everything.
I couldn’t say that occasionally things didn’t hit me and sting. Like when I saw him flirt with a customer. Or when I’d let my guard down while looking at his hands or his lips and remember those used to be mine for a time, I was free to touch them, put them on me, put mine on him.
But I found my way to beat that back and move on. These ways mostly had to do with my having cash in my pocket, a job I actually enjoyed, and Ham in my life on a daily basis, even if it wasn’t how I would want him.
“We gotta talk,” he told me.
“We can talk in the truck,” I replied as I tossed the sponge into the sink. “I’m on shift in twenty.”
Incidentally, there was another reason I had cash and didn’t freak that my gas gauge was heading to empty. Nearly every night, Ham drove me to work.
“I know you’re on in twenty, babe. I wrote the schedule. Remember? We gotta talk now.”
At his tone, my eyes went from my hands, which I was drying with a towel, to him.
His tone wasn’t angry but it was unyielding and, therefore, surprising.
I looked to him even as I folded the towel and said, “Okay.”
“You did my laundry,” he stated.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“You did it last week and the week before, too.”
“So?”
“You cleaned my bathroom yesterday,” he shared something I knew since I was the one washing his whiskers down the sink.
I felt my eyebrows draw together. “And?”
“Darlin’, we’re roommates.”