Chapter 18

Vee caught the implication and winced.

“He’s fab-u-lous,” Benji said. “I’m sure you know that already. But he only sings sad songs. Making all of us bawl our eyes out. I’ve asked my boss for hazard pay, but he refuses to give it to me.”

“Hazard pay? It’s not like I’m throwing knives at you,” I said.

“No, but you make me tear up. My eyes get puffy when I cry. Nobody wants a weepy bartender, so you’re adanger to my tips.”

“Oh Jeez,” I groaned.

Vee chuckled and shook his head. “That’s the craziest thing I ever heard.”

“Well, maybe you should be the one providing my hazard pay.” Benji looked at Vee with a faux-innocent expression on his face. The waitress chose that exact moment to deliver our sandwiches—turkey club forVee and BLT for me—and an awkward silence fell.

After topping up my coffee, she hustled away, and Vee turned to Benji and took the bait. “What did you mean by that?”

“Seems to me like you’re the reason he’s been unhappy.”