Complicated Relationships (The Southern Devotion Series Book 3) by Amy McClung Read Free Book Online Page B

were having trouble adopting due to the fact they are a same-sex couple, and their marriage is currently unrecognized in our state. Mary Jane stepped up and offered herself. It’s one of the reasons I fell for her.
    This pregnancy was for her child with Derrick, her new husband. “When do you find out what you’re having?”
    She grinned, “In another month. I can’t wait, but I think Katelyn is more excited than anyone. Now enough about me, who were you looking for?”
    It was apparent I didn’t do enough to avoid the topic. “A girl I met in here a few weeks ago. We’ve tried to go out a couple of times, and I had to cancel both times. I think she’s given up on me.” 
    Mary Jane frowned, “I can tell you’re disappointed. Why did you cancel?”
    “I had to fill in for Marcus when he had food poisoning the first time. The second time Macy was sick.” I couldn’t tell her about Angel, or I’d be breaking my promise.
    “You could’ve called me to take care of Macy.”
    With one eyebrow raised I said, “You’re pregnant, MJ. I wouldn’t take a chance of you getting sick too.” 
    “Got it. So tell me all about her,” she urged leaning into the bar for support.
    “I will but right now I have to work, my bosses are real hard asses.” I gave her a wink because my bosses consist of her husband and brother-in-law, and they were two of the nicest guys you’d ever know.
    “OK. But you owe me a scoop. See you later. Love you, T.” 
    “Me too, MJ.” It’s not unusual for us to say the I love you’s, but I stopped saying the actual words when my feelings grew stronger for her. Now I respond ‘me too’ or ‘ditto’ like Patrick Swayze in Ghost .
    As soon as MJ walked away I spotted Lanie on the dance floor with a guy. My stomach clenched with jealousy. I had to remind myself that she can see anyone she likes whether I like it or not. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled before turning and motioning to the guy that she was thirsty. He stayed on the dance floor, moving on to the next girl he found.
    “Hey Tristan, can I get a bottle of beer?”
    Grabbing her favorite cold beer out of the cooler, I popped the top and handed it to her. “Can we try that date thing one more time?”
    She sighed after swallowing her first sip. “Maybe we should give up on that idea.”
    “You’re not interested anymore?”
    “It’s not that. It doesn’t seem to work in our favor.”
    “One second, let me take these orders and I’ll be back.” 
    I filled a few orders and then strolled back to Lanie when I'm stopped mid-way by Bailey, the gymnast. “Hey sexy!” she yelled across the bar at me as she leaned down to place her full cleavage on the bar top.
    “What’s up, Bailey?”
    “I was wondering if I could show you more of my moves again at your place? The other night you only saw a third of them.”
    Lanie’s head whipped around, and her mouth fell open just before the tears filled her eyes. She threw a ten dollar bill on the bar and mumbled, “Keep the change, asshole.”   
    Yelling after her was pointless. “Bailey, it was fun, but I’m interested in someone else right now.”  Marcus stood behind me; I grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him around. “Watch the bar, I’ll be back. Keep Bailey entertained. She’s a gymnast.” Marcus’ ears perked up at that, and the flirting began. At the door, I pulled the bouncer aside, “Bobby, did you see that pretty auburn haired girl come out here?” Bobby pointed over to the parking lot where I saw Lanie walking to her car.
    A male figure stepped out from behind the car next to her, grabbed her purse and began to struggle with her. He shoved her to the ground and took off running. She seemed to be fine but shaken up. “Bobby, get her inside!” Adrenaline kicked in, and I took off after the thief. Lanie screamed my name from behind me.
    It was a teenager who weighed probably one hundred pounds soaking wet. He ran fast, but I caught up with him