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“Do you happen to have hard cider?”
“I’m sure we could scrounge some up.”
So, for better or worse, I stood and followed him into the bar.
CHAPTER THREE
Cain
I didn’t anticipate being enlisted to hand off a file of paperwork to some rich prick when I agreed to help Fallon work on Redemption.
But the woman in the glasses and ball cap was shaking like a leaf, clearly not wanting a confrontation with the guy.
So it was nothing to take a little break to do my good deed for the day.
“Watch your step,” I told the woman as she followed me into Redemption.
Before the other guys had left, they hadn’t cleaned up, leaving the place a mess of tools, discarded flooring, and torn-down walls.
“So,” I said as I moved behind the bar—the only thing in the building we were supposed to keep intact, “did I just deliver divorce papers?”
The woman brushed off a stool and moved to sit, pulling off the sunglasses and cap.
A cascade of golden blonde hair fell down around her shoulders, long layers framing the prettiest fucking face I’d ever seen.
She was all high cheekbones, wide lips, and gorgeous gray-brown eyes—a shade I’d never seen before.
Who the fuck would fumble a woman as gorgeous as this?
“They were,” she agreed in that sweet, somewhat breathy, voice.
“He had them coming?” I asked as I dug around in one of the mini-fridges for the hard cider.
“You have no idea.”
“Yeah, he seemed like a real peach.”
She sucked in a deep breath and popped the tab on the cider. “Yeah.”
“I’m Cain.”
“Cain. That’s a unique name. I’m Georgie.”
“Georgie. So, why were you trying to muster up the nerve to serve divorce papers when you could have had your lawyer or process servers do it?”
“They were barred from his office, and the house is gated. They couldn’t get to him.”
“So, I’m guessing he doesn’t want a divorce?”
Georgie sucked in a deep breath and exhaled hard. “No.”
“Well, the wheels are in motion now.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Are you married?”
“Divorced.”
That was the first time I’d admitted that in a long time. It felt like ancient history these days, so far in my past that it didn’t warrant mentioning.
