Chapter 42 We Already Done

• MELISSA'S POV
• I had been trying to keep my hands and mind busy while the men were gone. It wasn't working, even as I helped Careen out behind the bar. Cleaning and inventory weren't doing a damn thing for me. Neither of us spoke a word, but we were both constantly looking at the clock as the needle continued to move without a single word from anyone. It was late and I was beginning to panic.
• Angel was sitting at the bar, nursing a whiskey and staring at the clock too. Then we heard the music in our ears as several motorcycles headed into the parking lot.