Chapter 22

“Thought I told you to get out,” he said pleasantly before he turned and went back to the kitchen.

I was stunned. What the hell was going on? Nobody was moving, least of all Steve Myers.

The busboy appeared from the kitchen and walked up to Lorraine, who was staring at Steve.

“Junior, Mr. Myers was just leaving. You want to help him out to the parking lot?” she asked.

Junior, who looked like a younger, skinnier, healthier version of Bud, nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

I was flabbergasted to see Junior, like Max, was grinning.

“Be a pleasure,” Junior added, walking up to Myers.

The older man flinched. “Don’t you put your dirty faggot-loving hands on me, son,” Myers spat at the teen. “Don’t you touch me.”

Junior’s grin went into overdrive. The mischief poured off him.

“Gonna turn you into a faggot lover too,” he said softly and put his hand out as if to touch the man’s sleeve.

Steve slapped at Junior’s hand, turned, and all but ran out of the Rock Bottom.