Wildest Dreams (Forbidden Love, #2)

by L.J. Shen

I immediately sprang into action. I jumped across the bar, knocking down my cocktail and my cake in the process, then I crouched down to check her pulse. There wasn’t one. Crap. The bartender next to her—a man in his fifties—stared at me helplessly, holding two beers in his hands. “Call 911,” I ordered him. He nodded, dropped everything, and took out his phone. Luckily, I’d done a CPR course when Grav was born. I began alternating between chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth. The other bartender came to stand over me. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Faye is my best bartender. Is she going to be okay?” “I don’t know,” I said honestly, timing my chest compressions. “Did you call 911?” “Yeah. They asked me a bunch of questions. I…I told them to just come. They should be here any minute.” I checked her heartbeat against her neck again. This time, there was a faint pulse. My shoulders slumped with relief. The adrenaline coursing through my body made me feel almost drunk.