Something...came up,” I say. “No worries, man. That something was hot as fuck, I don’t blame you. And I hope you don’t blame me for helping myself to the entire tip out,” Jared says, scooping ice into the bin. I laugh, trying to keep it light even though him talking about Harlow like that makes me want to pummel him. “Nah, man. You deserved the tips. Thanks again for keeping an eye on the place.” “So, what’s the story on that one? You know her before last night?” I nod. I like Jared. But I don’t want to talk about Harlow with him. Or anyone, really. I just want her to fade away again. And maybe if I tell myself that enough, it’ll be true. “Are you guys together-together?” Jared asks. “Dude,” I slam the case of beer down onto the counter harder than I intend. “What’s with all the questions?” “Sorry, man, I was just wondering, cause late last night after you left some other girl came by asking for you.”
