Rock Chick Regret (Rock Chick #7)(29)

The bartender asked me what I wanted and I told him, “Three lemon drops. No wait! Four.”

I was going to double up. I’d need serious vodka flowing through my veins to get through this night. And get through the night I would.

Fuck them. Fuck them all. Fuck the world!

“What was that all about?” Buddy asked from beside me and I looked at him then over my shoulder toward the door.

Ralphie was talking to Lee and Hector-Relative-Guy and now Indy and Daisy were with them.

Darn.

I turned back to the bar.

“That was Lee Nightingale,” I informed Buddy.

“I know, after you played the screaming-bitch-from-hell and flounced away, he introduced himself,” Buddy replied.

I looked at Buddy. “The Lee Nightingale. The one I asked to help me before I got attacked.”

Buddy’s face went gentle and he said, “I know who Lee Nightingale is, I remember your story, every word of it, sweetheart.”

I nodded once and, holding close to the bitch in me, I said, “Well, there you go then.”

Buddy stayed silent for a second then he told me, “The man with him is Eddie Chavez, Hector’s brother.”

Oh, well, that was just great. He couldn’t be a far removed cousin, noooo, he had to be Hector’s f**king brother.

“And?” I clipped, looking back to the bartender as he started putting glasses in front of me.

“Sadie, it’s Buddy you’re talking to. Set the bitch aside.”

At his words I swallowed. Then I took a deep breath and turned back to him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

“You want to go, we’ll go,” Buddy offered.

I picked up a lemon drop and took a sip. Then I sighed.

“We’ll stay for a drink.” Or two, I thought. “Then we’ll go.”

“Whatever you want, but Sadie?” I looked back to him and he started talking again. “He regrets not helping you. It’s written all over him. You let him think he deserves to feel that regret then you aren’t who I thought you were.”

He was right. I knew he was. Furthermore, if I let Lee think he was somehow to blame for what happened to me, I wasn’t only not who Buddy thought I was, I wasn’t who I wanted to be.

I couldn’t meet Buddy’s eyes then, because I had to, because this was Buddy, I whispered, “I can’t help myself sometimes, you know, being a bitch. It’s a defense mechanism. I needed her, since my Mom went away, I needed her, the Ice Princess, to get through –”

Buddy’s hand slid along my shoulders and he got in close before he interrupted, “I know.”

I leaned into him while the bartender finished our lemon drops then I paid for the drinks. When I was done, Buddy turned us to face the room.

I chanced a glance at the Rock Chick table and I knew they knew I was there. Only Shirleen’s eyes were on me but my presence was no longer under the radar.

My eyes moved to Ralphie and he, Lee, Eddie, Indy and Daisy were standing further in from the door and they had been joined by a man I hadn’t noticed before. He was huge, no, enormous, with wild, blond hair and a thick, russet beard. His eyes were on me as the others around him were talking. And, I could swear, as they all talked, I could see in the dim light of the bar his face was getting red.

Then it got redder. Then it got even redder.

Then abruptly he detached from the group and stomped over to me. There were people in his way but they scattered upon seeing his big bulk heading their way and he cut a swath through the crowd straight to me. He stopped in front of me and looked down at my face.

“You look like a fairy princess,” he boomed, yes, boomed, his voice was so loud it filled the noisy bar.

People turned our way. I stared up at him, not knowing what to say to that strange opening remark and way too shocked to even consider pulling out the Ice Princess.

I decided “thank you” would be appropriate so that’s what I said.

“I’m Tex,” he announced.

I guessed (and was surprised by the fact) that this was Indy’s barista.

“I’m Sadie,” I told him.

“I know who the f**k you are. I also know, given the chance, I’m gonna snap that motherf*cker’s neck,” Tex returned.

This time I guessed he was talking about Ricky. If someone told me that I would be having this conversation, I would have expected that, at his comment, I would be embarrassed. Somehow with Tex, I wasn’t embarrassed.

Now, how bizarre was that?

For some reason, I smiled. And then I tried on New Sadie just to see how she fit.

“You make good coffee,” I told him, held my breath and waited for his response.

“Anyone can make coffee,” Tex replied.

I pushed New Sadie though from his reply I wasn’t sure she was working for me. “Not like you. You’re a master.”

“Well, darlin’, you think I make good coffee, why the f**k haven’t I seen you at the store?” he asked.

“I –”

“Bullshit,” he interrupted me before I even got started.

Before I could think, my eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘bullshit’? You didn’t even hear what I had to say.”

“Whatever it was, it was gonna be bullshit,” Tex shot back.