to talk to you.”
She exchanged another glance with Chance as she followed him. “What is it?”
“Close the door, please.” Johnny didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned against the table. “Look, Riley, you’re a great waitress. I like that you not only pull your weight but you also train and encourage others. If it wasn’t for you, Jane wouldn’t have gotten a hang of things so quickly.”
She didn't even bat an eyelid. “But…”
He had the grace to blush. “But I can’t afford for the police to turn up here due to your issues. We don’t like such hassles. While I am sorry that you are going through this shit, it’s not our business and we don’t want to make it so.”
“So you’re firing me.”
“Letting you go,” he said. “I have even typed up a reference letter for you and given you two weeks of extra pay since we’re not giving you any notice. I am really sorry, but I have gotta do what the brass says, and they want you gone.”
She accepted the letter and the check. It was more generous than she expected. The references would come in handy when she got another job. “Thanks, Johnny.”
“You really have a lot of potential, Riley. If…all this hadn’t happened, I would have loved for you to take over as manager, but I guess that’s not meant to be.”
“No, I guess not.” She thrust out her hand. “Thank you, Johnny, for everything. I had a good time working for you.”
“It was a pleasure. Too bad…about what happened.”
She didn’t grace him with a reply. Instead, Riley strode out. She didn’t care. This was fine. Everything would work out. This sudden move was actually a big thing for her; it forced her to move into the right direction. Now, she knew exactly what she had to do.
Chapter Eight
Chance paced the living room. Temper and annoyance roiled deep in his gut. There was too much at stake here, and he couldn’t understand why Riley was so calm. Her composure frightened him more than the anger she sometimes displayed. His glance darted her way, as she flipped the channels on the remote, looking for something to watch.
“You should’ve protested,” he said for the umpteenth time. “How can they kick you out of the bar without any valid reason? It wasn’t your fault that the man accessed the place.”
“It happened because of me. If I wasn’t there, Wesley wouldn’t have come.” She shrugged. “And I am glad that they let me go. If they hadn’t, I would have quit anyway. He came inside, he actually interacted with some of them, and he could have decided to stab one of them instead of me.”
“That’s just conjecture.”
He could tell that she wasn’t willing to argue about this anymore. Chance’s gaze darted to one of the colored sketches she’d propped on the counter. It showed the park they visited the other day. The details of the bridge, the flowing water, and the ducks were perfectly drawn, so much so that he almost felt like diving into the water. He strolled forward and picked it up. “Can I take this as a gift for Simon? I am going today to have a conversation with him. He has a wall where he displays arts and crafts.”
“Sure.” She nodded. For some reason, he had the feeling that her mind was elsewhere. Was she planning to leave this town now that her job was gone?
He couldn’t bear it if she did so, but he didn’t quite know how to stop her. If he told her that he loved her, she might bolt faster than before. He simply couldn’t take the risk. Walking over, he sat beside her and took her hand in his. “You will be able to get another job without much problem. I know a few people…”
“Don’t bother, Chance. It might not be a bad idea for me to take it easy for a week or so.” She turned to smile at him. There was something sad in her eyes, something he couldn’t quite understand. For some reason, he had the violent urge to not leave her
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