Blinding Rain, Season 2, Episode 7 (Rising Storm) Read Free Page B

counter. If that interests you, you can fill this out and leave it for Hedda Garten, the owner.”
    “That sounds perfect. Thank you.” Delia took the pen Kristin handed her and looked down at the application on the counter. “It’s really great to be home, let me tell you. This town never changes. I can’t wait to catch up with all my old friends. I heard Marcus Alvarez and Logan Murphy are back in town too.”
    “That they are,” Kristin said. “Looks like you picked the perfect time to come back to Storm.”
    Ginny didn’t agree. Eying the woman’s slim back from where she stood near the door, Ginny couldn’t help but think this was the absolute worst time the perky, perfect Delia Bruce could roll back into Storm. Because Ginny had a feeling as soon as Logan took one look at his gorgeous ex-flame, any lingering thoughts he had about Ginny—assuming he even had any anymore—were going to fly right out of his head.
    And then any hope Ginny had for a reconciliation with the man she’d grown to love would be nothing but a fantasy.
     

Chapter Two
    By eight o’clock, Murphy’s was hopping.
    Logan worked the bar with his dad, making drinks and refilling pints while his mom manned the kitchen. Every time she rang the bell and said “Order up,” he grabbed plates of steaming food from the high counter and delivered them to waiting customers. Tending bar at the family pub wasn’t a bad job—it sure as hell beat baking in full camo gear in one hundred and twenty degree heat in the desert—and he hoped to one day run the place when his folks finally retired, but lately any joy he’d found falling back into the familiar swing of Murphy life was gone. And he knew it was all thanks to one person he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about.
    “You’re an idiot,” he muttered to himself as he wiped his hands on his apron and reached for a pint glass under the counter then pulled on the tap to fill another order. So he was never going to work the bar with Ginny and their kids like his parents did with him and his brothers. He could let go of that little fantasy. He had to, right? God knew, holding on to it was only making him miserable.
    The bell over the door jangled, and Logan glanced over noisy patrons laughing and drinking to see Marcus pull Brittany into the bar after him. Marcus waved Logan’s way, and Logan lifted his chin in acknowledgment as he continued to pull the tap and fill another pint, but inside his stomach twisted with a familiar feeling of discomfort.
    That twisting intensified as Marcus and Brittany headed toward the bar. Logan was happy for his friend, happy Marcus and Brittany were doing well especially considering all the shit pulling at them from both sides of their families, but seeing them together only reminded Logan of everything he didn’t have. And even though he knew it made him an ass, lately Logan wanted to tell Marcus to find another bar for his dates with Brittany, just so he didn’t have to watch the two of them being so in love.
    “Hey.” Marcus stopped at the end of the bar and wrapped an arm around Brittany’s waist as she moved up at his side. “You workin’ all night?”
    Duh, what does it look like? Logan checked that response and filled a highball with ice. “We’re short staffed tonight.”
    Someone slipped money in the jukebox, and Keith Urban’s voice filled the bar, crooning about the heat of summer. Brittany turned to look over her shoulder.
    “Does that mean you don’t get a break?” Marcus asked.
    Logan tipped the vodka bottle upside down and eyeballed a shot into the glass. “Not until Patrick or Dillon get off work and get here to help.”
    “Bummer.” Marcus watched him drop the vodka bottle back on the counter with a clink and reach for a pitcher of fruit juice. “We were hoping we could tempt you into having dinner with us.”
    Be the third wheel on their date? No way in hell.
    Logan reached for a maraschino cherry and slid it into the glass.