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I couldn’t show a man like Gage any kind of fear, even if the reason was not at all what he’d think it was.
When I finally got back behind the bar, I waited, curious, wondering when Vincent would come over.
Because he would.
He wouldn’t be able to not, especially after what he had just seen.
So I took the seconds between the time when I knew he would arrive to breathe deep, prepare myself as best I could, though would there ever be such a thing with Vincent?
When my heart slowed to a gallop and not a race, I exhaled, figuring that I was as ready as I ever would be.
And then I waited.
A minute ticked by, another one, but Vincent didn’t show up.
After a second, I finally looked to the place where he had been sitting.
It was empty.