Darryl had done time twice, both for assault. He’d been to anger management classes so often they could name the program after him. Second time inside, though, he got a counselor he liked to talk to, someone he could trust and he let some shit go. Not all of it, but enough to get a lock on it and keep his cool.
Darryl might not have been the brightest bulb in the box but that didn’t mean he couldn’t read people. You learned that in life, if you paid attention. You learned it in prison, if you wanted to stay healthy. And you learned it in a bar, if you wanted to stop trouble before it started. Therefore, Darryl had a lot of practice.
Darryl also wasn’t dumb enough to know that Morrie and I put up with a lot of his shit. Then again, Morrie and I were smart enough to know that an ex-con who everyone knew had been locked down twice for assault and had the body of a human bulldog and the loyalty of a German shepherd made an excellent bar back. Not many who knew him would mess with Darryl and, given the opportunity, family or not, he’d seriously consider laying down his life for Mom, Dad, Morrie or me.
I left Darryl to it and went about my business but I kept an eye out.
I didn’t have to wait. The minute Stew and Aaron paid, Stew took a look at me then his head swung to Colt. Then back to me. He didn’t even hesitate before he wandered toward Colt and I had the distinct feeling his hearing about Colt and I was the reason he came in.
Aaron on the other hand, did hesitate as he should. I saw as the light dawned on him as to Stew’s intentions and he started whispering to Stew. But Stew had his eyes on Colt, his face set and I knew he wanted trouble.
Colt had his eyes on Stew and his face was set too and I knew he was willing to give it to him.
I felt the whole bar tense, watching this and waiting for the showdown.
Stew hit Colt’s end of the bar, settling in, standing right next to Colt.
Stew barely got an elbow down and his head turned to Colt before Colt bellowed, “February!”
It was a bellow, it was loud and it carried.
I was surprised by this. Colt wasn’t a man who bellowed. If Colt had a point to make, he did it quiet. Further, when he was with me and, although it pained me watching him all those years with Melanie, I knew he was gentle with his women. He could tease and be annoying in doing it and he had a temper, definitely. He would raise his voice if he got aggravated but there was never any danger there, not like what I felt from Pete when his temper would start to rear out of control. And I’d learned, watching Colt with Susie and feeling the hit of it myself, he could play dirty, but bellowing… not his style.
Also I wasn’t the type of woman to be summoned by a man. Not that I had many men to be summoned by but the last one I really had, Pete, taught me the valuable lesson that I should always be me. I might have lost hold of me for awhile but one thing was for certain after Pete, February Owens was not someone who was summoned.
However, looking toward the end of the bar, I had to be the February Owens that part-owned J&J’s and didn’t want trouble in her bar. I also had to be the Feb, of the brand new and improved Feb and Colt, and, for whatever reason, and whatever reason that was it was important, my man wanted me.
Darryl looked at me but I went right to Colt, Stew watching me move, Colt not tearing his eyes from Stew, Aaron hanging back.
I stopped in front of Colt. “Yeah?”
“‘Round here, baby,” Colt said but he was still looking at Stew.
Shit, what’d he want from me?
“Colt –”
Colt’s eyes finally came to me and one look at them I instantly scooted around, lifting the bar up on its hinges, sliding through the opening and dropping it behind me.
By the time I got there, Colt had turned. His heels were up on the stool’s foot rail, legs bent, knees pointed toward the wall but his torso was twisted toward Stew. The minute I got near, his arm hooked around my waist and he pulled me between his legs.
Stew turned to watch, his forearm on the bar, his upper body leaning into it, his eyes on my br**sts.
“Ain’t that sweet?” he muttered.
“Stew –” Aaron started.
“Don’t you think?” Stew cut him off by asking.
Colt didn’t give Aaron a chance to answer.
“Which one of you wants to start?” Colt asked and this wasn’t a conversation meant just for the four of us. Colt wasn’t bellowing but he’d got folks’ attention and he’d kept it. They were listening and he was talking clear enough for those close to hear.
“Start what?” Stew asked.
“Colt –” I began but got a waist squeeze that told me to shut up. I decided, seeing the set look on Colt’s face, to shut up.
“Start apologizin’. For that shit you spread about Feb,” Colt answered.
“What shit?” Stew asked but he knew; he just wanted trouble.
“Heard it from your own lips you f**ked her. Heard it from hers you didn’t. So I’m thinkin’, since you lied about her, you’d wanna take this opportunity to apologize.”
Yep, I was right about the trouble, but it was Colt wanting it and now I knew Stew would give it to him.
“She said I lied?” Stew’s brows went up, giving trouble to Colt just as I suspected. “Hmm…” his eyes trailed me, “maybe I did, maybe I dreamed it,” he turned and leaned both elbows on the bar before he mumbled, “great f**kin’ dream, so great, felt real.”
My body got tight, Stew was such an ass**le.
“Stew –” Aaron began again.
Colt cut him off by saying to Aaron, “All right, you start.”
“Feb knows I didn’t say anything,” Aaron said to Colt.
“Yeah, though I remember seein’ you at Frank’s and everyone congratulatin’ you on your conquest, you didn’t say anything to the contrary either,” Colt returned and I hated with all my heart that Colt heard that shit.
I swung my gaze to Aaron and I knew it contained hurt and accusation. I knew this because I wanted it to.
Aaron took one look at me and shifted his feet.
Stew turned back to one arm on the bar and declared, right in front of me, “He nailed her.”
“Colt, this is useless –” I started.
“Quiet, Feb,” Colt murmured but to Stew he spoke louder, “So, you were there when Aaron f**ked her?”
“Everyone f**ked her, man,” Stew looked at me. “Too bad you changed, woulda been nice, you bein’ back, to –”
I interrupted him. “Stew, don’t be an ass**le.”
Darryl might not have been the brightest bulb in the box but that didn’t mean he couldn’t read people. You learned that in life, if you paid attention. You learned it in prison, if you wanted to stay healthy. And you learned it in a bar, if you wanted to stop trouble before it started. Therefore, Darryl had a lot of practice.
Darryl also wasn’t dumb enough to know that Morrie and I put up with a lot of his shit. Then again, Morrie and I were smart enough to know that an ex-con who everyone knew had been locked down twice for assault and had the body of a human bulldog and the loyalty of a German shepherd made an excellent bar back. Not many who knew him would mess with Darryl and, given the opportunity, family or not, he’d seriously consider laying down his life for Mom, Dad, Morrie or me.
I left Darryl to it and went about my business but I kept an eye out.
I didn’t have to wait. The minute Stew and Aaron paid, Stew took a look at me then his head swung to Colt. Then back to me. He didn’t even hesitate before he wandered toward Colt and I had the distinct feeling his hearing about Colt and I was the reason he came in.
Aaron on the other hand, did hesitate as he should. I saw as the light dawned on him as to Stew’s intentions and he started whispering to Stew. But Stew had his eyes on Colt, his face set and I knew he wanted trouble.
Colt had his eyes on Stew and his face was set too and I knew he was willing to give it to him.
I felt the whole bar tense, watching this and waiting for the showdown.
Stew hit Colt’s end of the bar, settling in, standing right next to Colt.
Stew barely got an elbow down and his head turned to Colt before Colt bellowed, “February!”
It was a bellow, it was loud and it carried.
I was surprised by this. Colt wasn’t a man who bellowed. If Colt had a point to make, he did it quiet. Further, when he was with me and, although it pained me watching him all those years with Melanie, I knew he was gentle with his women. He could tease and be annoying in doing it and he had a temper, definitely. He would raise his voice if he got aggravated but there was never any danger there, not like what I felt from Pete when his temper would start to rear out of control. And I’d learned, watching Colt with Susie and feeling the hit of it myself, he could play dirty, but bellowing… not his style.
Also I wasn’t the type of woman to be summoned by a man. Not that I had many men to be summoned by but the last one I really had, Pete, taught me the valuable lesson that I should always be me. I might have lost hold of me for awhile but one thing was for certain after Pete, February Owens was not someone who was summoned.
However, looking toward the end of the bar, I had to be the February Owens that part-owned J&J’s and didn’t want trouble in her bar. I also had to be the Feb, of the brand new and improved Feb and Colt, and, for whatever reason, and whatever reason that was it was important, my man wanted me.
Darryl looked at me but I went right to Colt, Stew watching me move, Colt not tearing his eyes from Stew, Aaron hanging back.
I stopped in front of Colt. “Yeah?”
“‘Round here, baby,” Colt said but he was still looking at Stew.
Shit, what’d he want from me?
“Colt –”
Colt’s eyes finally came to me and one look at them I instantly scooted around, lifting the bar up on its hinges, sliding through the opening and dropping it behind me.
By the time I got there, Colt had turned. His heels were up on the stool’s foot rail, legs bent, knees pointed toward the wall but his torso was twisted toward Stew. The minute I got near, his arm hooked around my waist and he pulled me between his legs.
Stew turned to watch, his forearm on the bar, his upper body leaning into it, his eyes on my br**sts.
“Ain’t that sweet?” he muttered.
“Stew –” Aaron started.
“Don’t you think?” Stew cut him off by asking.
Colt didn’t give Aaron a chance to answer.
“Which one of you wants to start?” Colt asked and this wasn’t a conversation meant just for the four of us. Colt wasn’t bellowing but he’d got folks’ attention and he’d kept it. They were listening and he was talking clear enough for those close to hear.
“Start what?” Stew asked.
“Colt –” I began but got a waist squeeze that told me to shut up. I decided, seeing the set look on Colt’s face, to shut up.
“Start apologizin’. For that shit you spread about Feb,” Colt answered.
“What shit?” Stew asked but he knew; he just wanted trouble.
“Heard it from your own lips you f**ked her. Heard it from hers you didn’t. So I’m thinkin’, since you lied about her, you’d wanna take this opportunity to apologize.”
Yep, I was right about the trouble, but it was Colt wanting it and now I knew Stew would give it to him.
“She said I lied?” Stew’s brows went up, giving trouble to Colt just as I suspected. “Hmm…” his eyes trailed me, “maybe I did, maybe I dreamed it,” he turned and leaned both elbows on the bar before he mumbled, “great f**kin’ dream, so great, felt real.”
My body got tight, Stew was such an ass**le.
“Stew –” Aaron began again.
Colt cut him off by saying to Aaron, “All right, you start.”
“Feb knows I didn’t say anything,” Aaron said to Colt.
“Yeah, though I remember seein’ you at Frank’s and everyone congratulatin’ you on your conquest, you didn’t say anything to the contrary either,” Colt returned and I hated with all my heart that Colt heard that shit.
I swung my gaze to Aaron and I knew it contained hurt and accusation. I knew this because I wanted it to.
Aaron took one look at me and shifted his feet.
Stew turned back to one arm on the bar and declared, right in front of me, “He nailed her.”
“Colt, this is useless –” I started.
“Quiet, Feb,” Colt murmured but to Stew he spoke louder, “So, you were there when Aaron f**ked her?”
“Everyone f**ked her, man,” Stew looked at me. “Too bad you changed, woulda been nice, you bein’ back, to –”
I interrupted him. “Stew, don’t be an ass**le.”
