Blue Blood: A Debutante Dropout Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
I smelled like beer and French fries, and my feet—and the rest of me—ached for a soak in the tub. I’d had enough men call me “sweetheart,” “babe,” and “honey” to last me a lifetime. Two of my customers had suggested I meet them later for drinks (I’d politely declined). Still, it hadn’t been as bad as I’d imagined, just so busy that I barely had time to breathe. I only mixed up one order and dropped an iced tea on the floor, barely a blip on the disaster meter. My tips amounted to a hardly stellar hundred and twenty bucks, which I planned to put aside for Molly. I thought it might come in handy after she was released from jail and looking for work. Because I knew she wouldn’t come back to Jugs. And I couldn’t say that I blamed her. I gratefully turned over my station to a woman on the dinner shift who introduced herself as Tiffany. With even less regret, I changed out of the tiny shorts and into my blue jeans. Tight as they were, at least they covered my skin.
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