Dead End Job: When the only thing on tap is death.
A corpse discovered in a popular bar. An old acquaintance still nursing a mad-on from fifteen years earlier. And a cast of characters possessing secrets they’ll do almost anything to keep. It’s enough to make reformed (sort of) party girl Blaise Runa want to quit her dead end job. But in the meantime she fully intends to grab her sexy private eye fiancée and dig into the mess. Because she might be trying to adult, but that doesn’t mean she’s gotten any less nosy!
If looks could kill, the woman across the bar would have already butchered Blaise and hacked her into a million tiny pieces. Something about her seemed familiar, but Blaise couldn’t put a name to the face to save her life.
She narrowed her gaze at the woman and picked up another freshly washed wine glass, running a towel over the clear glass to dry it.
“Who you glarin’ at brown sugar?”
Blaise held the hostile gaze across the room. “That chick’s been glowering at me. I’m just trying to figure out who she is.”
Tyrese Miller leaned an arm on Blaise’s shoulder and followed her line of sight to the spot near the door. “I don’t see anybody glarin’ at you, Blaise.”
Blaise slid the wine glass into the rack above her head. “That’s because she just left.”
Her boss lifted a dense, black eyebrow. “Mm-hm.”
She turned a grin on him. “I’m not lyin’.”
He chuckled darkly. “It was probably just some woman whose husband lusts after you, brown sugar. I wouldn’t pay her no mind.”
Blaise shrugged. “She seemed familiar but I can’t come up with a name.”
Blaise frowned. “Huh?”
“That’s a name. Here’s another one. Shampooya.” His trademark grin widened, showing a full mouth of straight white teeth except for a single gold one on the bottom. “Am I ringing a bell?”
She snorted. “I think your bell’s already been rung. Those aren’t names, Ty. Those are letters you shoved together to create nonsense.”
He held up a hand. “God’s truth. I saw ’em in a baby names book. They’re real names.”
“What in the world were you doing looking through a baby names book?” She lifted her brows. “Is there somethin’ you need to tell me?”
Grabbing a frosty glass mug, Ty pulled a draft beer and settled it on the counter for the waitress swaying in his direction. “My brother’s expecting. Well…his wife is…and they’re having trouble picking a name.”
“Hopefully they’re not desperate enough to ask for your help.”
“They have and I’m coming through for them. They now have a long, long list of intriguing names to select from. Personally, I’m leaning toward Exaltacion.”
“Hey, it’s biblical.”
“So was The Plague of Locusts. Equally catastrophic.”
The waitress reached the bar and grinned when she saw the beer sitting there. “Thanks, Ty.” She was petite, curvy and sported a thick nest of dark brown hair which she was currently wearing loose and wavy around her shoulders. The waitress winked at the bar’s owner. “How’d you know I was coming for that?”
He ran a cloth over a wet spot on the bar. “I’ve told ya a million times, Suz, I know all and see all.”
Suzie Whotsnoggin turned a bright blue gaze on Blaise, widening it comically. “The man’s delusional.”
Laughing, Ty moved down the bar to help a customer.
Blaise grinned at her best friend. “How you doin’ Suz?”
The waitress shrugged. “Okay. Tips are good tonight. But I’m dead tired. We didn’t get out of here until three this morning. I swear, something’s changed. We’ve never been this busy.”
“I know, right? It must be this new line of local beers. I think people like the idea of supporting the small breweries.”
“Hey, gorgeous, where’s my beer?” a masculine voice called across the bar.
Suz rolled her eyes. “Doodie calls.” She picked up the frosted mug of beer. “You want to go shopping tomorrow? It’s my first day off in over a week and I want to do something fun.”
“I’ll see what Dolfe’s doing. If he’s working I’d love to go. Mama needs a new pair of shoes.”
“Doesn’t Mama always?”
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