“I didn’t know it would be a hit or not but it seems the people crave good music as much as I do.”
She could fall in love with this guy and the thought petrified her. “I… better get…uh… back inside,” she stammered and took a step back, causing Maverick’s right brow to arch.
“I’m good,” she reassured him and left his side before he could question her further. She weaved her way to the back room. She was about to close the door but came up short when she found George Herman standing there. She hesitated for a split second in her debate to shut the door in the man’s face but recovered quickly and stepped aside to let the man enter. He took a seat at a back table and placed his coffee mug down. He settled back in his chair. He didn’t look at her, but she had a distinct feeling he was acutely aware of her standing there.
“The band is about to start,” he told her before he handed a woman her order of two coffees with lots of whip cream and chocolate sprinkles.
“Who is the old guy seated at the end of the bar?” she asked without looking toward him.
Maverick glanced over her shoulder. “That’s George Herman.”
Happy Thanksgiving!
Even though he’d been polite the previous night, his intense stare unsettled her, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away. The sounds of polite conversation around her seemed to fade in the distance as she watched the man cup his a mug and slowly lift it to his lips, never entirely taking his gaze off her as he indulged.
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Six years of therapy and medications had done nothing but frustrate her, but it all changed a few months ago.
“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Dr. Jones asked her. “The dreams are of a life you once led. They are memories.”
Maverick’s rich laughter drew her attention once more to where he was now chatting with a woman who was openly flirting as her finger lightly dabbed the whipped cream from her coffee cup and placed it between red-puckered lips for a taste.
Have a safe and Happy Halloween!
She turned away and clamped down the emotions, the smile conjured, but it didn’t help. Her heartbeat was surely audible to those standing near her. She grabbed for the clipboard on the bar with the signup sheet for the Merry Mayhem Event and secured it to the wall where the nail had been hammered there for such purposes.
