“Anders,” I say and look toward Zach’s usual seat. The seat he’s had since we’ve been together.
The chair is empty. Now I’m the one frowning.
“Anders.” Sean narrows his gaze.
“What?” I snap, not liking the look on his face.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. At least not yet. Don’t get over-involved with him. I’ll have him checked out.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” I yell.
Suddenly there’s a big hulking presence beside me. My boss, not my … boyfriend? What is Zach to me anyway? We’ve never defined or labeled it. Suddenly I want to.
“Problem?” Tank asks.
I shake my head. “Just a family issue,” I say, glaring at Sean. “I can handle it.”
“Five minutes and back to work.” Tank strides back behind the bar, but he points two fingers, gesturing between his eyes and me and Sean. He’s watching out for me.
I find it odd that suddenly Zach’s nowhere to be found.
“Introduce me to this guy who never leaves you alone.” Sean folds his arms across his chest. The muscles in his forearms bulge … not even a quiver from me.
I glance around quickly. “He had to leave tonight. Emergency,” I say.
Again, he narrows those cold eyes. Good thing I know I’m exempt from the chilliness there. “I don’t like it. And I’ll be in touch.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, big brother.”
He smiles. It’s quick and brief but I catch it.
“Don’t do anything crazy. No digging into his background. This one’s different.” I’m sure of it.
“Everyone’s got secrets, Chloe. I’m just going to make sure his can’t hurt you.”
I shiver at his words. Unnecessary words. Words that don’t apply to Zach.
Except it’s not like him to disappear without telling me. So … where has he gone?
I ask him as soon as he returns to his seat, not long after Sean’s gone home.
“Got a call from South Oaks.” His eyes are cold, and I shiver.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, worried about his sister.
“Yeah. Fucking perfect. Think I can get a drink?”
I blink and spin away, pissed that he thinks he can talk to me that way for no good reason, and for the next twenty minutes, I proceed to ignore him.
Of course, that doesn’t mean Tank or Callie ignores him, so someone serves him a drink. He broods while I work, and I have no idea what’s come over him, but my feelings are hurt, and I’m upset.
Even if I have to spend money on a taxi, I’m going home alone. Except when my shift ends and I head out front hoping to avoid him, he catches up to me. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Home. Alone.” Of course, it’s late, and the patrons are gone, so no taxis are driving by, just cars, which means I’m stuck with him.
I step onto the side of the road for a better look, and he yanks me back. “You’re going to get hit. Come on. I’m sorry.”
“Really? Again?”