Chapter 11

Dean’s POV

I don't remember deciding to stay this long.

I told myself I was in for one drink, checking the numbers Luke swears he's tracking correctly. That was forty minutes ago. 

I haven't moved from this spot at the end of the bar since. I've got a clipboard resting against the oak edge, pretending to check off inventory counts I haven't actually read in half an hour.

And it's all her fault.