Chapter 62

"I owe you shit and my facial expressions are my own. You want a smile? Put one on your wife's face." I exerted more pressure on his wrist, approaching the fine line between painful and broken. "Leave before I rethink my charitable public service and demonstrate how bad this bitch can be. Your call."

"I'll go home."

"Wise choice." I patted his head. "And smile. You're a pretty boy, sugarbaby."

Autumn Kelly, the redhead wearing her weight in flowy scarves, barely lifted her gaze from her full English breakfast as I sat down on the barstool next to hers.

"What was that all about?" she said.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard." The bacon on her plate made my stomach growl, but I knew from past unfortunate experiences with said breakfast meat at Blondie's that looks were deceiving. "Talk to me about angels."