Five
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"Didn't take you for a Lynyrd Skynyrd fan." I smirk.
Bella smiles and opens her eyes. "I grew up on this stuff. Nirvana, Meatloaf, and Motley Crue. Dad started me young."
I nod, reach under the counter to turn the volume up a bit, and Bella turns back to the jukebox.
I'm drying glasses when a peanut hits me in the side of my head. "What the fuck?"
Harry gives me a pointed look. "Talk to her. Don't blow it."
Waylon raises his glass. "Here, here."
Aside from having great taste in music, I doubt there's anything the two of us have in common.
The pizza arrives, and Bella joins me back at the bar. I check on the guys, topping off their drinks before I sit down next to her.
She smells like citrus, lemon, and oranges, or grapefruit. Whatever it is, it makes my mouth water.
Bella dishes out our pizza, and for the next few minutes, we eat in silence. I can feel Harry and Waylon watching, so I turn to her.
"So, what did you do before you got the boot?"
Bella wipes her mouth and pushes her plate away. "I was a P.A. for the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Turns out he's just a slimeball with a title."
"Yeah, about that. I saw your shirt. Should we call the cops? File a report against him?"
"Nah. I got my revenge." She smirks. "I doubt he'll be able to carry on the family name. That's more than enough for me."
"Note to self: don't touch Bella."
"Okay, Edward." She laughs. "Not to sound greedy or anything, but can I get another beer?"
"Of course. I invited you to come in and drown your sorrows." I round the bar and pour her another draft. "Let me know if you want something stronger."
She looks up at me through her lashes, making my stomach twist. "Thank you, Edward. For everything."
"Don't mention it."