Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(109)

'Left us for greener pastures,' Brian replied with a shrug.

Mimicking his shrug, I went inside to find Sadie and Alistair working behind the bar. Su still hadn't found a replacement for Cam, so Alistair was back to covering the shifts that he could. Sadie was a twenty-one-year-old postgrad student who usually worked Monday nights. She seemed like a cool girl. She was outgoing and funny and very smart. We'd only worked together a few times, so I didn't really know her that well, and tonight would be busy so I didn't imagine that would change in any way.

Three hours later the place was packed. The three of us were worked off our feet and I hid in Su's office during my break since the sound level was much quieter in there. I also obsessively checked my phone, but Cam still hadn't got in touch. Biting my lip, I wondered if I should be worried, but then it occurred to me that I hadn't contacted him either, and maybe he was sitting looking at his phone, worrying about why I hadn't texted him.

God, I hoped so.

When I got back to the bar, it was so busy I thankfully didn't have time to dwell on my relationship. In fact my head was so into work that when the guy first pushed his way to the front of the bar and leaned across it I didn't recognize him. I shot him a quick, irritated look, not having much patience with anyone who shoved himself to the front of the queue, but I hurried down the bar to get a beer for my customer, not registering who he was. It wasn't until I stretched back up from the fridge and realized he'd shoved his way down to the end of the bar to be near me that I took the time to really look at him.

Grey-blue eyes stared at me out of a rugged, older man's face. His hair was cropped close to his head, but I could see the sprinklings of grey among the dark strands. There were attractive lines around his eyes, and his face hadn't softened with age. It was still rough-hewn. His powerful shoulders and chest suggested he was still as fit as he'd ever been.



       
         
       
        

Those hard eyes glittered at me and I felt my world flip upside down.

'Dad?' I mouthed, disbelieving that he was standing at the bar in front of me.

I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. No. I wanted to run home, grab Cole, and then hide.

'Jo.' Murray Walker leaned across the bar. 'Good to see you, lass.'

I found myself stumbling towards him, the pounding noise of chatter and music fizzling to a quiet murmur. I put the beer on the bar with a trembling hand.

Murray eyed my shaking fingers and smirked as he turned his gaze back on my face. 'Been a long time. You're all grown up. You're even prettier than your maw was.'

'Hey, can I get served?' an irritated girl beside Murray asked. The irritation melted to fear when Murray whipped his head around to glare at her.

'What are you doing here?' I asked, loud enough to be heard over the music, hating myself for the quiver in my voice.

'Been trying to find you for fucking ages, ever since I got out.' He grunted, his face twisting into that familiar expression of hate. 'Bitch took off and didn't tell me where you were going. Then I did a google search on you the other week there and where did you crop up but in a picture with a multimillionaire from Edinburgh. The article said you worked here. It was an auld article like, but I thought I'd try my luck.' He flashed me a grin that didn't reach his eyes.

My whole body was shaking now. The blood was rushing in my ears, my pulse points throbbing and my stomach churning. I clasped my hands behind my back, trying to still the tremors. 'Wh-what do you want?'

Murray's eyes narrowed and he leaned over the bar. I instinctively moved back. 'I want to see my son, Jo.'

It was my worst fear realized.

I feared it more than I feared Murray Walker.

'No.'

He curled his lip at me. 'What?'

I shook my head, eyes blazing. 'Never. I'll not let you near him.'

He huffed, seeming amazed at my audacity. He slammed a hand on the bar with a twisted smile. 'I'll let you think on that very carefully, lass. See you soon.' And just as quickly as he'd appeared, he melted back into the crowd.

The noise, the music, came flooding back and I staggered against the bar in absolute shock.

'Jo, you okay?'

Blinking rapidly, seeing little dark spots all over my vision, I turned on unstable feet to find Alistair peering into my face in concern. 'I feel  – '

'Whoa.' He reached for me as I swayed towards him. 'Okay, you're taking a break.'

'Too busy  … ' I murmured.

Something cold was pressed into my hand as Alistair led me towards the staff room. I glanced down at the bottle of water. 'Sadie and I have this, so just take a minute or two. You're probably dehydrated. It's hot in here tonight. Go on, drink up,' he insisted, and then once he was sure I was obeying his order, he hurried back out to the bar to help Sadie with the customers.