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“Good God,” Remy groans. “You two.”
“Hey, Muffin,” Griff says.
“No hello for me, bro?” Remy holds out his arms.
“Hello,” Griff says dutifully, stopping to give him a quick embrace.
Griff slides into the booth next to me. “Hey, baby,” he says against my ear, planting a quick, sweet kiss on my cheek. The scent of the cool, night air folds around me. Griff must’ve ridden his bike here.
“Hey,” I murmur, sliding my hand against his leg under the table. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”
He cocks his head toward Remy. “Bonehead said you’d need a ride home.”
“Ah.” I flick my gaze to Remy, who shrugs. “I can stay and help out,” I offer, even though I’d love to leave with Griff right this second.
“What’d I say about that?” Remy scolds.
“Yeah, but I’m already here,” I protest.
“You already worked a shift at your job, and you need to be up early for school. I don’t.”
“Can I at least eat, and then you two can decide who’s going where?” Griff reaches for a slice of pizza and a napkin.
“Bro, I’ll get you something fresh.” Remy jerks his thumb over his shoulder.
Griff mumbles a negative sound and bites into the slice. “I prefer it semi-cold.”
Lynette hurries over, sets another pitcher of soda on the table for us, and stops to greet Griff.
“Thanks,” Remy says as she hurries away.
“So…” Griff takes a sip of soda from my cup. “What’d you two talk about?”
“None of your business,” Remy says.
Griff side-eyes me.
“Brother-sister confidentiality.” I raise one hand like Remy forced me to swear on a bible. “I’ll tell you later,” I whisper loud enough for Remy to hear.
Remy chuckles. It’s nice to see him in a more light-hearted mood. “We got some stuff sorted out, right?” He nods at me.
“I think so.”
“Good.” Griff slides his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side.
Remy rolls his eyes but keeps his objections to our display of affection to himself.
Despite my worries about college, talking it out with Remy gives me hope things will turn out okay.
As for the future of the nearly empty bar that’s been in my family for decades, that’s a different story. No matter what Remy says, I need to figure out a way to help him maintain our grandparents’ legacy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Molly
Eighteen. It doesn’t feel as monumental as everyone led me to believe. Just another day. Monday, I’ll still wake up, go to school, sit through class, then go to work. Rinse, repeat until graduation.
“Hey, birthday girl!” Hayden shouts as I jog down my front steps and toward her new car.
