Chapter 38Gina’s POVThe man’s hand landed on my ass before I even finished setting the bread down.I froze with the little basket still in my fingers. The restaurant was loud the way it always got after eight, plates clacking, somebody laughing too hard near the bar, the smell of garlic and fried oil stuck in my hair. His palm stayed a second longer than a mistake. Then he squeezed.I turned. He was already smiling at the woman across from him, like I was part of the joke and not a person holding his bread.“Don’t,” I said.He looked up, still smiling. “Relax. You walked right past me.”“I was just serving your table.”The woman put her fork down. She was pretty in that expensive way, hair smooth, blouse white, mouth already tight. She looked at his hand, then at my skirt, then at my face.“So that’s what you do,huh?” She said. “You walk around sticking it out until a man touches it.”I felt my face go hot. My feet hurt. I had been on them since morning, and my younger brother’s med
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