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don’t know what I would have done without her help.
    “Hey, Trish, it’s Everleigh. How’s he
doing?”
    “The same as when you left this morning.
He just woke up from a little nap.”
    “Good. Has he eaten anything?”
    “He had a bit of toast and I got him to
eat half a container of yogurt earlier.”
    My heart sank. “Well, that’s better than
nothing, I guess. Can you put him on? I want to talk to him while I’m on a
break.”
    “Sure thing,” she said, and after a few
silent moments I heard a soft voice on the phone.
    “Hey, Evie girl,” Dad croaked.
    My heart instantly tightened and I had
to choke back tears. “Hey, Daddy. How are you feeling this morning?”
    “So good I could do a cartwheel,” he
said, trying to joke. My dad had a horrible sense of humor.
    “Well, don’t hurt yourself. Listen, I’m
going to stop by the grocery store on my way home. Is there anything you want
me to get for you?”
    “Oh no, honey. I’m fine.”
    “Daddy…” I said, my tone stern.
    He sighed. “Okay, get me some soup.
Whatever kind you want to get I’m sure is fine.”
    “Good. Listen, I have to head back in
but I just wanted to check on you. Please try and eat something, okay? A half
cup of yogurt is not breakfast, old man,” I scolded.
    “Old man? Shit, I’m as spry as I ever
was. Smartass,” he said, and I laughed.
    “You know it. Love you, Daddy,” I said.
    “Love you too, Evie girl. I’ll see you
when you get home. Goodbye,” he said.
    “Bye,” I said, and I hung up the phone.
I fought back tears as a wave of emotion swept over me. I shook my head and
took a deep breath. Now was not the time for tears. As I placed the phone in my
pocket, the back door swung open. “Hey Everleigh,” Deuce said, “we’re getting
pretty swamped in here. Can you come back in and catch us up?”
    I smiled at him and smoothed out my
apron. “Sure thing, boss man.”
    “Thanks. Oh, and there’s a gentleman at
table twelve in the back that’s requesting you personally to wait on him.”
    My eyebrows furrowed. “But that’s not my
table, it’s Danni’s.”
    “I know, but he was pretty insistent and
all of your tables are either full or haven’t been cleaned yet. I’ll have Danni
take over table seven so you can wait on him.”
    I sighed. “All right, whatever you say,”
I said, and I grinned at him. As soon as I walked in, I took off my jacket and
hung it by the door. When I got into the kitchen I heard several people talking
in loud whispers in the dining area and a few people were gasping. “What’s all
the commotion?” I asked Leslie Anderson, one of the other waitresses. I placed
my order pad in my apron pocket and grabbed the dish bucket so I could clear
some empty tables.
    Her eyes were the size of quarters.
Before she could answer, Danni came bursting into the kitchen. “Um, hey, Ev…”
she trailed off excitedly.
    “What is it?” I said, walking toward the
dining room.
    Her eyes were wide as well, and I was
starting to get worried. “Uh, well…”
    I sighed and rolled my eyes. “When you
figure out what you were going to say, come find me. In the meantime, I have
work to do,” I teased, and pushed through the swinging doors.
    As I walked out into the dining room
toward one of my empty tables, I wondered who could have requested that I be
their waitress. Curiosity got the better of me and my eyes flicked to table
twelve and when I saw who was sitting there I froze. It was Ryder Matthews.
    My mouth fell open in shock and I was about
to back up and run into the kitchen when I hit one of the empty tables with my
hip and the dish bucket fell to the ground with a loud crash . Heat
burned in my cheeks from embarrassment and as I knelt down to pick up my mess,
I nudged one of the chairs with my arm and the legs scraped the floor loudly. I
looked at the ground, trying to keep my face hidden. I was humiliated in front
of the entire restaurant…and in front of Ryder. I immediately was pissed