Running From Him - Episode 10
by Zoey Hughes
Avery sinks into a booth in the corner of the bar.
A country song buzzes in the speakers above her head.
Ethan says goodbye to the last customer of the night, locking the door.
He turns to Avery, grinning.
I thought they’d never leave.
Aw, someone get cranky at closing time?
I’m not used to sharing you!
We had like…two hundred people, easy.
It’s opening day for the only bar in town.
What did you expect?
Fine, I guess I can handle those pesky customers for a little while.
Ethan laughs.
The song on the surround system transitions to a ballad.
Care to dance?
I thought you’d never ask.
Ethan pulls her to the empty dance floor.
She rests her cheek against his shoulder as they sway.
It’s crazy how things went down.
Which part?
Where you walked away from the NFL and served in a war.
And then bought a bar in a town with one stoplight, or…?
I was thinking of the part where you were running for your life and ended up in my office.
Accusing me of hiring bikini bartenders.
Avery laughs.
If you didn’t want me to walk into this place, you should’ve removed the Now Hiring sign.
Ethan twirls Avery, then dips her low, his eyes meeting hers.
You walking into this place is the best thing that ever happened to me.
They kiss, and then he spins her back to her feet.
I can’t believe Luke is actually in jail.
The charges were for attempted murder.
They’re going all in.
He’ll be gone a long time.
And even if he gets off…
I’m safe with you. I know.
I don’t know if I ever said thank you.
I brought a storm to your door, and you just…
You don’t owe me a thank you.
Avery’s eyes search Ethan’s.
I love you, Avery.
I think I loved you the moment you walked into my office.
Demanding a job.
I had a handyman lined up, you know.
After you showed up I had to call him and cancel the job.
I still paid him, of course.
All because I couldn’t tell you no.
Avery’s eyes tear up as she laughs.
I love you too.
Since the moment you carried my stuff from my car.
When you insisted on helping me even though I’d been lying to you.
And then you slept on that tiny couch and let me have your bed.
They kiss, and it lingers as they sway on the dance floor, under the warm yellow lights.
You’re going to be okay.
We are going to be okay.
Together.
For whatever happens next.
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