Chapter 7

“Can we talk for a minute?” a familiar voice asked. I glanced to my left and saw Monty standing there, hands in his front pockets, his demeanor nervous.

I placed my attention back on the line of people before me as I replied, “Nothing to talk about, Monty.” I made change for a customer and stamped his wrist before he went inside. Of course, he recognized Monty and tried to flirt, but strangely enough, he was ignored.

Monty cleared his throat. “What I did and said was shitty and I’m sorry.”

I stamped quite a few more hands before the line was gone, then replied, “You were so determined to get something you were denied that you had to play dirty to get it.” I faced him. “You are many things, Monty Mabuse, but I didn’t think even you would do something so ugly.”

He looked pissed. “You were flirting with me, too, you know. What do you expect when you tease a man and don’t give up anything?”