Chapter Twenty-Two
Luna
“I don’t know anything about bartending, babe.”
I pulled Ransom behind the bar and pushed a bar towel in his hand. “You don’t need to. All I need for you to do is grab the empty glasses and wipe down the bar.”
We were two hours into reopening, and things were going amazing. Asses were in the seat, and the money was flowing like water. All of the girls had shown up to work ready to get back to making money, and the security was as tight as a nun’s twat. The only thing was Greta had yet to show up. I was drowning behind the bar, and I would have loved to know where the hell my crazy cousin was.
“She gonna make you clean the bathrooms later, too?” Bear asked. He was bellied up to the bar and had a beer in front of him.
Ransom grabbed his beer and drank half of it. He set down the glass and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Kiss my ass.”
“Security,” Bear yelled. “The staff is harassing me,” he joked.
I rolled my eyes and looked up and down the bar. I had a two-second lull before someone was going to need their drink filled so I pulled out my phone. “Let me call Greta,” I mumbled. I knew that Ransom would help me with whatever I needed but having Greta here would have actually helped. God knew how many people Ransom would piss off.
I connected the call and put the phone to my ear. It rang and rang, and then finally kicked to her voicemail. “Son of a bitch,” I cursed.
“What’s wrong?” Bear asked.
“Greta flaked on her,” Ransom replied.
“I didn’t know she worked here.”
I nodded and sent off a quick message to her. Maybe she was still in her meeting and was just running late. “She helps me out when it’s busy.” I motioned around the club. “We’re busy but I can’t get ahold of her.”
“She said she would be here?”
I nodded at Bear. “Yes. She told me she had a meeting with one of the doctors who was being a douche to her, and then she would be right over.”
Bear laid a ten on the bar and pushed his half-drunk beer toward Ransom. “I’ll go check on her.”
“You don’t have to do that.” I wanted him to, but I didn’t want him to think he had to. Bear had already done enough for me and the club by coming to Rockton and try to find the serial killer.
Bear stood and shrugged. “She works at the vet, right?”
I nodded. “The one over in Preston.”
Bear nodded. “I’ll be back with her crazy ass.” He pointed at Ransom. “And you owe me a beer.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ransom muttered.
Bear headed out of the club, and I couldn’t shake the weird feeling I had.
Greta was a grown woman. Everything was fine.
Except there was a serial killer.
“She’s fine,” Ransom called.
“You don’t know that, Row,” I muttered. Two guys motioned for a round of beers, and I grabbed their glasses.
Ransom sidled up next to me and draped his arm around my waist. “Nothing is wrong with Greta, Luna. I know what is running through your mind right now, but she’s not connected to Sultry Knights. Every woman this guy has gone after was connected to this place. She’s a vet over in Preston.”
I filled one glass and grabbed the other. “I know. It’s just that I’m worried.”
Ransom pressed a kiss to my cheek. “And you can be, but I promise she’s fine.”
I set the two beers in front of the guys and stepped back from the bar.
“Tell you what,” Ransom offered. “If we don’t get a phone call from Bear in twenty minutes, I’ll dispatch the whole force to look for her.”
“You can do that?” I asked, amazed.
Ransom shrugged. “I mean, I’ll do the best that I can.”
I rolled my eyes and planted my hand on his chest. “Twenty minutes and you’ll call in the coast guard.”
“And the Navy,” Ransom chuckled. He pressed a kiss to my lips and sighed. “She’s fine, Luna.”
I nodded.
Ransom was right.
Greta was fine.
A-okay.
Fine.