by Dylann Crush
Cash laughed. He might be rusty, but she sure as hell sounded like she might be yanking his chain. Two could play at that game. “Why not? Because I don’t have enough ink covering my torso to reprint the constitution? Or because I’ve never let someone poke my body full of holes?”
She leaned across the bar, close enough that he could look down her shirt if he wanted. Too close. “You might just like some of my holes, cowboy.”
Chapter Five
What in the hell was wrong with her? Jinx backed away from the dark-eyed distraction at the bar. The last thing she needed to do was get on the wrong side of local law enforcement. Although, based on her limited interaction with Deputy Do-Good, she couldn’t tell if he actually had a right side. He finished his plastic cup of water, smashed it in his fist, and tossed it into the trash can. Jinx finished wiping down the bar top and made her way to the backroom to take Hendrix out for another potty break.
“Hey, buddy.” She shrugged on her jacket, then unfastened the latch of his crate. He wasn’t inside. It had been a long evening, and she hadn’t been sleeping well, but surely, she would have remembered if she hadn’t shut the door. “Hendrix?”
A scratching sound came from a dark corner of the room.
“Hendrix…” Jinx half whispered. All she needed was for someone to find out she had a contraband Chihuahua in the storeroom. “Where are you?”
Nails click-clacked on the ancient hardwood floor. She turned around to find Hendrix covered from head to toe in something white.
“What did you get into?” She made a grab for him, but he dodged her and raced back to the corner. Jinx followed, peering under the floor-to-ceiling shelf to try to find him. “Hendrix. Get over here.”
He snorted and continued working on whatever he’d gotten hold of in the corner. Jinx dropped to her knees and reached a hand under the shelf. Her fingers closed around the dog’s thin torso, and she pulled him out. His nails scrabbled on the floor as he tried to wriggle away.
“What are you doing? Don’t you know we need to keep a low profile?” She held him up in front of her to get a better look.
Something white and gooey covered his head, face, and paws. Smelled like…marshmallows? She swiped a finger across his nose and held it up to hers. Yes, definitely marshmallows. The little fiend was a sucker for sweets and could usually sniff them out if she tried to hide a piece of candy in a pocket. But this was the first time he’d gone after marshmallows.
“Let’s get you rinsed off and back into the crate so I can finish cleaning up.”
“Who are you talking to?” The storeroom door eased open. Dixie, the waitress who’d covered the restaurant tables tonight, stood in the doorway with a broom in her hand.
“Oh, no one. Just myself.” Jinx held Hendrix behind her back and leaned against the wall, hoping the dim light from the bare overhead bulb would conceal the fact that she had a stowaway.
“I do that all the time too.” Dixie moved past her to return the broom to its holder. “I’m heading out. Need a ride or anything?”
Hendrix nibbled on her fingers. “Nope, I’m good.”
Dixie moved toward the door. “I’m glad you’re here, Jinx. It’s nice to have someone pitching in.”
A high-pitched yelp came from behind her back.
“What was that?” Dixie turned back to face her.
“Um, me?” Jinx smiled.
“I don’t think so.” Dixie took a step toward her. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing.” Hendrix resumed licking his paws. For something so tiny, he sure did make a lot of noise when slurping marshmallow cream.
“Are you sure? Won’t do you any good to lie about it.”
“What do you mean by that? Why do you think I’m lying?” Jinx swallowed the rock that seemed to be lodged in her throat.
Dixie crossed her arms. “My gram always says little lies are what cause the biggest problems.”
Jinx tried to divert Dixie’s attention. “Great words to live by. Hey, did you happen to refill the napkin holders on the bar? I noticed we were getting low.”
“Distraction won’t work with me. But just know that you’re doing yourself in.” Dixie’s shoulders rose and fell again in a shrug.
Jinx scoffed. The redhead was off her rocker. “What are you talking about?”
“Karma.” Dixie’s curls shook as she nodded her head.
“Karma?”
“Sure. You tell a lie and put bad mojo out into the world, and that’s what’s going to come back to you.”
“I’m not putting bad mojo out into the world.” Jinx winced as Hendrix lapped at her shirt. Her backside was probably covered in marshmallow goop by now.
“Then what do you have behind your back? If you’re doing something funny in here, I’m going to have to tell Charlie.”
“Would you please chill?” Jinx brought Hendrix out from behind her back. “It’s a dog. Or should I say a traitor?”
“Oh my gosh, it’s so tiny.” Dixie reached a hand out, and Hendrix licked her fingers.
“He got into something behind the shelf. I think it’s marshmallow fluff.”
“Probably so.” Dixie ran her hand between Hendrix’s ears, the only place on him not covered in goop. “Charlie keeps it around as a treat for Pork Chop.”
“The pig?”
“Yeah, she goes nuts for anything sugary.”
“I suppose that’s good to know. Hey, I need to take him out to go potty real quick, then I’ll come back in and clean up. And Dixie?” Jinx grimaced. “Can you please keep this a secret? Just for the next day or two until I find somewhere to keep him while I’m at work?”
“About that. ” Dixie made her way to the sink to rinse off her hands. “Where are you staying?”
“I’ve been bunking down here and there for the past couple of days. I’m hoping to find someone who needs a roomie soon. Know anyone?”
“Actually, yeah, I do.” Dixie dried her hands with a paper towel. “How would you like to take over my extra bedroom? I’ve been thinking of getting a roommate to help with expenses. It’s not much, just an apartment over the antique store downtown, but it has plenty of room for two.”
“What’s your rent run? And how about him?” Jinx held Hendrix away from her chest. “Any pet restrictions?”
“Rent is eight hundred a month plus utilities, so about four fifty would cover it. And I think pets are okay as long as they’re under twenty-five pounds.”
Jinx ran through the pros and cons in her head. Having a place to stay that had actual walls would make her time in Holiday so much more bearable. But shelling out that much money in rent would mean it would take longer to get enough together to fix up her bike and be on her way. If she knew for sure the job in New Orleans would still be there when she got there, it would be easier to make a decision. “That sounds great. Let me check a couple of things on my end. Can I let you know in a day or two?”
“Sure. No rush. I’d need some time to clean out the second bedroom anyway. I’ve got a lot of craft stuff in there right now.”
“What kind of crafts?” Jinx asked.
Dixie flicked her dangly earring. “Jewelry mostly, although I also dabble in photography. None of that pays the bills though, so if you want it, the space is yours.”
“Thanks, Dixie.”
“No problem. And just so you know”—she nodded toward Hendrix—“your secret’s safe with me.”
“No bad mojo?” Jinx wasn’t sure she understood Dixie’s stance on lies versus secrets.
“Nope. Keeping a secret is fine. Lying about it is what gets you into trouble.”
“Glad we got that straight.” She waited until Dixie left the storeroom, then tucked Hendrix under her arm. “Let’s get you outside for a couple of minutes.”
She took him out back and set him on the ground. The
light hanging from the tall pole outside the back door cast a circle of yellow around them. Hendrix sniffed around, venturing outside the glowing ring. While she waited for him to do his business, Jinx brainstormed places she could stay. When she’d worked janitorial in a high-rise building, she’d spent the night in one of the empty offices. But Holiday didn’t look like it had a booming need for corporate cleaning services. She’d even slept in a shed at a gardening supply nursery for a few weeks before she had started working with Wade. It was easy to find places to hide out in LA. Not so much here in Holiday where everyone seemed to keep track of everyone else’s comings and goings.
“Hurry up, Hendrix.” Where did he go? He usually didn’t wander far, but she’d lost track of him. “Hendrix?”
Jinx crept around the grassy area, trying to catch a glimpse of him. She stopped when she came to the edge of the pigpen. Charlie had pointed out the Rose’s mascot on her brief tour of the grounds. But Jinx hadn’t seen the pig since. Soft snuffles and snorts came from a far corner.
“Hendrix? You’d better get over here, buddy, or your ass is grass.” The flashlight on her phone didn’t help much, but she held it out in front of her, trying to find where the noise was coming from.
There was Hendrix, on his back, the giant pig hovering over him.
“Get away from him! Hendrix, come here!” She clapped her hand against her thigh. Hendrix’s head lolled back, and he yapped at her. She ran closer, waving her hands in the air above her, sure the pig was eating her traveling companion for a late-night snack. Finally, just a few feet from the pig, Jinx stopped. Pork Chop was giving Hendrix a bath with her tongue, licking off every dot of marshmallow fluff. And the little beast was loving it. His hind leg whapped the ground when Pork Chop started in on his head. He’d always loved to have his ears scratched.
“You little troublemaker. Get over here.” She reached out and hooked his collar with her finger. He bounced to his feet and let her pick him up. The pig sat back on her butt. Jinx could have sworn she frowned at her. Then Pork Chop nudged into her, trying to finish what she’d started with Hendrix.
“Get away from me!” Jinx stumbled back, landing on her ass in a puddle of mud. Great, just great. Now she’d have to find a way to do laundry. Otherwise, she was down to a miniskirt and one pair of leggings.
She brushed herself off as best she could, then took Hendrix back into the storeroom and rinsed him off. “You stay put. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”
With a thin layer of mud coating her backside, she peeked her head into the office where Charlie counted up the till.
“You need me to do anything else?” She tried to block her mud-coated lower half with the door.
“Nope, I just need to finish up in here. Hey, do you have a sec?” Charlie looked up from the stacks of cash spread out on the desk in front of her.
“Sure.” Jinx ventured into the office, careful not to turn so Charlie couldn’t see she’d taken an impromptu mud bath in the pigpen.
Charlie tucked her pencil behind her ear. “How are you liking it around here?”
“Oh, it’s great. Thanks so much for the opportunity.” Piles of dollar bills covered half the desktop. Wade would die, actually keel over and shit himself if he saw the kind of cash the Rambling Rose pulled in on a single Friday night.
Leaning forward to rest her elbows on the desk, Charlie sighed. “Can I be honest with you for a sec?”
“Sure.” She was a little taken aback by the question. Jinx didn’t usually inspire relative strangers to share deep thoughts with her, especially sober relative strangers.
“I need help.” Charlie gestured to her humongous belly. “The baby’s going to be here soon, and I need to start pulling back on my responsibilities at the Rose. I’ve already got Shep and Angelo taking on more than their fair share. With Beck devoting more and more time to developing his craft brew, I need someone I can count on to pick up the slack. Are you interested?”
“Like what?” If it meant extra pay or extra hours, she was in. The sooner she made enough to repair her bike, the sooner she’d be back on the road.
“Helping me with the accounting piece. Maybe take over the scheduling. I’m transitioning a lot of the special event planning to Dixie, but I know she could use some help with that too.”
Sounded easy enough. And nothing she hadn’t done in one of her many previous jobs. “Sure. I can use the extra hours.”
“Great. You want to start by recounting the deposit for tomorrow? I’ve got to run to the bathroom. This kid is sitting right on my bladder.” Charlie struggled to rise from the chair. “I swear I must pee at least five thousand times a day.”
“Um, okay.” Jinx waited until Charlie waddled out of the room before turning to the desk full of cash in front of her. Had to be more than enough to fix her bike and get her to New Orleans with plenty to spare. Wade never would have let anyone near this kind of dough. Was Charlie that naive, just that trusting, or did being pregnant suck all the important brain cells out of her head and decimate her judgment?
Jinx wasn’t there to figure out Charlie’s mental health status. And she wasn’t a thief. So she grabbed a towel to protect the seat, picked up the nearest stack, and began to count.
* * *
A half hour later, Jinx made it to the storeroom to get Hendrix. “Sorry, little guy. We’ll figure something out soon, I promise.” She should have found him a new home back in LA. Geri would have taken him if she didn’t have a trailer full of cats already. She was the kind of woman who couldn’t say no to anyone, especially a male. Jinx let herself smile for a second as she thought about her ex coworker. She wondered how long she’d been able to hold off telling Wade that Jinx had taken off for good this time.
She stuffed the leftover wrap she’d had for dinner into her bag. Tips had been good, but she didn’t want to spend all her income on food. The wrap would be enough for breakfast, and Charlie had asked her to come in for the Saturday morning crowd, so she’d be able to grab something then. This living meal to meal would get old soon. Not that she’d ever managed to save more than a month or two extra in the bank. But living to paycheck to paycheck sure beat not knowing where her next meal would come from.
At least working at the bar would make sure she didn’t totally starve. And if it worked out to stay with Dixie for a month or two, she’d have a roof over her head. For now, she’d settle for a quick sponge bath over the utility sink. When was the last time she’d actually washed her hair? Tonight might be her lucky night.
She grabbed one of the clean washcloths and a hand towel. In less than five minutes, she managed to scrub down her whole body and wash her hair in the oversize utility tub. It would be nice to crawl into her sleeping bag without a boozy film on her skin. She threw on her last pair of clean leggings and a shirt, then tossed the linens in the washing machine.
Maybe this stint in Holiday, Texas, wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe with the extra responsibilities Charlie was going to give her, she’d actually manage to save a little for a change. Maybe she’d turn her history of bad luck around.
Maybe.
* * *
Cash poured himself two fingers of whiskey from the bottle Charlie kept hidden in her bottom desk drawer, then settled into the chair across from her. She counted up the cash, slipping a rubber band around each stack when she got to a certain amount.
“Looks like a good night tonight?” He kicked his boots onto the edge of the desk.
She glared at him, holding out a finger, her lips moving as she counted.
“Sorry, Sis.” The amber liquid slid down his throat, the burn a welcome distraction from what had been bothering him all night.
Jinx.
She’d laid that line on him, then barreled out from behind the bar, and he hadn’t seen her since.
Charlie snapped a rubber band on the last stack. “There. Now, what were you
asking that was so important, you made me have to count that pile twice?”
“Nothing. Just saying it looked like the Rose did well tonight.” He lifted his feet off the desk and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Did your new bartender leave already?”
Charlie scooted back in her chair, crossing her arms under her chest. “What do you care?”
“What? I care if y’all do a good business here. Job security and all that.”
His sister’s head shook from side to side. “Not what I meant.”
“What, then?”
“What is it with Jinx? I know you don’t like her look. The hair, the tattoos, the metal. But what’s your problem with her?” Charlie’s eyes narrowed.
“Nothing.” He scoffed, held his arms out to the sides, shrugged. Anything to make him look unaffected at the mention of the blue-haired bartender’s name. “I just wondered how she was getting home. Where’s she staying, anyhow?”
“Oh. I guess I didn’t ask.” A wrinkle appeared between Charlie’s eyebrows. “I didn’t even think about that.”
“Yeah. I recognized all the vehicles left in the lot. Either she’s catching a ride with someone or she’s walking wherever she’s going tonight.” For some reason, the thought of Jinx heading home with one of the frat boys down from San Marcos made his chest constrict. What the hell was that all about? She’d made it pretty damn clear he wasn’t her type. Hell, he didn’t even want to be her type. He wasn’t looking for a hookup or anything else. Wouldn’t mean a thing to him if she found a bed to warm. As long as she kept her word to Charlie—that’s all he needed to be worried about. He set the glass tumbler on the edge of the desk, no longer in the mood for a drink.
“She seems like a big girl. I’m sure if she’s biking cross country, she can look out for herself.” Charlie lifted the tumbler to her nose and inhaled. “I miss Sully. We used to toast over big nights like tonight while we counted up the till.”
Cash knew Charlie had a special place in her heart for the old owner of the Rambling Rose. “But if he hadn’t passed, you wouldn’t have met Beck, and you wouldn’t be about to make me an uncle again.”