Uncle Harris called from the stairs up to the apartment. “Esme, we’re pretty busy down here.”“I’ll be right down.” It was noon, and we didn’t usually open until one on Sundays, even if there was a game. His customers didn’t think twice about intruding and making themselves at home. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with people today. I slept like shit. My mind kept wandering to Ghost-tall, handsome, with a chiseled jaw and cheekbones covered with a shadow beard. He moved so quickly, like smoke. Even though his emotions were seemingly full of disdain, he spent most of the night watching me. My brain couldn’t process his deal, but he was something. At least my lady parts thought so.I piled my hair on top of my head and threw on a tank top and jeans. No amount of coffee was going to put me in a better mood.“Esme, pour a tray of whiskey shots.”“Yes, sir.” I mock-saluted my uncle. He wasn’t ready for the number of customers present.“Funny, girly.” He winked at me, settling in our rhythm. B
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