The next evening as I walked into the bar, Jess was standing behind the counter, his fingers tucked into a glass, drying the interior with a cloth. At the sound of my boot heels clattering on the hardwood floor, he looked up, calling, “Hey, Kiddo.”“Hey, Jess,” I returned.His eyes lingered on my face as he asked, “All okay?”A small smile played at the corners of my lips, and I nodded. “Yeah, actually, it is. To be honest, things are looking up,” I told him.A knowing look came into his eyes. “Got some action, I take it?” he teased.“Umm...no,” I laughed.Jess snorted. “Youre interested though. It's written all over you. So, who’s the lucky guy?” he asked, slapping the towel in his hand down on the countertop and leaning against the counter.“Just…someone," I hedged, not really certain why.Jess nodded slowly. “Care to elaborate?”I ran over in my head what I should reveal, then carefully chose my words. “He’s got a...complicated life. But he makes me feel alive again, Jess. I didn't
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