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She sighed and pushed the bowl toward him. “Want some?”
“I’m not eating until you do.”
She picked up a fry and forced it down. Her stomach grumbled. When was the last time she’d eaten? Shit. She couldn’t even remember. Her hand was shaking; in fact, she felt incredibly weak. Fuck. Maybe she should eat something.
After a few bites, though, she was feeling uncomfortably full.
“I’ve eaten. I’m heading back to work.”
Devon frowned, taking in how little she’d eaten, but he nodded.
Getting up, a wave of dizziness hit her, but she ignored it. She had to keep moving forward.
There was no going back.
16
Shit, it was busy tonight.
Far busier than last weekend. Apparently, there was a stock sale on in the next town over and people had spilled over to Haven.
Which wouldn’t be so bad, except it seemed like a lot of the locals had been scared away. And she was left dealing with people that weren’t as nice.
Lilac had been working here for a week and a half and she still felt like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For people to show her that they weren’t as nice as they appeared. That they didn’t look out for each other.
People weren’t like this anywhere else. Even the sheriff, who had come to talk to them the other day, seemed like a good guy.
Although his talk of needing to have a guardian was unwelcome. He’d given them another week to think it all through. But what was there to think about? She didn’t need anyone telling her what to do. Not even Linc, who’d offered to act as their guardian.
No, thanks.
A wave of fatigue hit her as she delivered a tray of drinks to a table full of rowdy guys.
God, she hoped she wasn’t getting whatever Ryleigh had. She was still feeling unwell.
Well, you can’t get sick, so just push through it.
She couldn’t afford time off. Yesterday, she’d received the bill for Sugar, and she’d nearly cried. It was far more than they could afford, and she didn’t know what they were going to do.
At least she started her first shift at the diner tomorrow. She’d already done some training.
“Hey, sweetie, get us another round, will you?” A middle-aged guy called out from another table as she moved past. He had a potbelly and sweat patches under his arms.
“I’ll let your waitress know,” she said. They were in Lemon’s section.
He scowled. “No, I want you to fucking get them, understand?” Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and squeezed it. Hard.
Lilac’s heart started racing as her stomach rolled nauseously.
Do as you’re told, Lilac.
You’re just a stupid, ugly bitch.
Her breath heaved in and out of her lungs.
Shit. Fuck.
“Hey! You paying attention? Silly bitch!” The hold on her wrist tightened and she was drawn closer to the disgusting man as his hand came up to grope her ass.
