“Okay, I guess. I haven’t talked to him in a few days.”
“Whatcha mean?” She pulls me to the bar and forces me onto a stool. She waves Conrad over.
“Killian and I…we broke-up the morning after he was released from the hospital. He said he was sorry, but he didn’t see me as his girlfriend. He’s been by the apartment a few times for his clothes but that’s been it. I don’t know what he’s doing or where he’s been staying.”
“Boy needs his ass kicked,” his father mutters and shakes his head.
“It sucks but it is what it is. He doesn’t remember being with me, and I can’t force him to love me if he doesn’t feel the same way.”
“Sweetie, I’m so sorry that you have to go through this with him, but I beg you not to give up on him. When he gets his memory back, he will beat himself up over it all.”
I shrug. “Maybe. I don’t think he wants to remember. He seems pretty content in the dark.”
“You’ll still come to the house for Thanksgiving, won’t you?”
“I think it would be better if I go home. I have some family stuff I need to face. And I seriously doubt Killian would want me around.”
“He probably won’t even be there,” Conrad says with a sigh. The disappointment in his eyes his heartbreaking.
“You haven’t talked to him?”
“He came by a few days ago, but I was at the doctor. Dillan talked to him, but he didn’t mention that you weren’t together.”
“I’m sure he didn’t think it was worth mentioning. I’m no one special to him.”
“Well we want you there. With or without my son.”
Without Killian…my heart cracks further in two.
“I’ll think about it.”
I work through my shift at the bar. My feet hurt. We ended up getting a large group of bikers half an hour before the kitchen was set to close. Those men about ran me ragged. I think they liked ogling my ass in my tight black pants.
A few of them are still hanging out in the parking lot, and I debate on asking Conrad to walk me to my car but feel silly. It’s not that far to my car, and I’m sure he’s ready to close down and get home himself.
When I go out to my car one of the bikers whistles at me. “Hey, hot ass. Wanna go for a ride?” The man grabs his crotch and shakes his dick at me. I scowl at him and keep walking.
I still have pepper spray on my keychain. I won’t hesitate to use it.
“You think you’re too good, baby doll?” He crows at me, and I hear his boots crunch in the gravel. I don’t turn around. I hurry toward my car. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”
I pick up my pace, hoping he takes the hint.
“You ready to go?” I focus to my left and see Killian. He rushes toward me and slings an arm around me. My brows shoot up, but I go along with whatever it is he is doing.
“Yup.” Instead of going to my car he steers me toward his. “What are you doing here?”
“I was coming to talk to my dad and heard that fucker bothering you. I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Yeah. Your dad gave me a job after you asked him.”
His brows knit together. “I asked him to hire you?”
“Yeah. At his birthday party.”
“Oh.”
The bikers get on their motorcycles and roar out of the parking lot.