Excerpt-
“You know you
work for me, right?”
“Listen,
lady”—red spiraled across his high cheekbones—“you hired me
to bounce problems, which I can’t do if your sweet ass is in the
way.”
Was that a fact? She took a deep breath and settled on the only
solution other
than kicking him in the shin. “You’re
fired.”
Both of his
eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
Satisfaction tilted
her chin. Not much probably surprised Matt Dean. “You’re fired.”
As an exit line, it nailed the situation. Unfortunately, the toned
soldier stood between her and the door. Just who the hell did he
think he was? “Now move your sweet ass.”
He slipped his
hands into his pockets and leaned back against the door. As a move,
it was intimidating. “Why am I fired?”
“You leave much
to be desired as an employee.” She eyed him, assessing the
situation. Nope. The guy might be commanding, but she wasn’t
scared. He wouldn’t hurt her. “All you’ve done since being
hired is flirt with customers, order me around, and kiss me.”
His chin lowered.
“Which of those items is pissing you off the most?”
She narrowed her
eyes as heat spiraled through her abdomen. “You can flirt with any
dumb bimbo you want, and frankly, the kisses were all right. But
ordering me around? Not a chance.”
“All right? The
kisses were all right?”
Figured the man
would focus on that. She forced herself to lift a shoulder. “Eh.”
His cheek creased,
and his eyes warmed. “Maybe we should try again, then. See if I can
do better.”
“No.” The spit
in her mouth dried up. She hadn’t meant to challenge him… had
she? “I don’t, ah, kiss fired employees.”
“So that leaves
Smitty.” Matt grinned.
“Very funny.”
The tension slowly drained from her muscles in response to his
instant humor.
He exhaled slowly.
“Listen, I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“You didn’t.”
“I’m also sorry
if I was too bossy.” He rubbed a hand through his hair. “It’s
just, after being in combat, orders come naturally. Seeing you,
somebody so small near danger… well, it hits triggers. All sorts of
triggers.”
She could handle
him bossy or charming. But sweet and honest? She shook her head and
gestured toward his hard body. “You’re just… too much.”
He chuckled. “If
you give me another chance, I promise I’ll tone it down. All of
it.”
She’d be a fool
to let this guy get close, but she knew better than to make a snap
decision based on one moment or one emotion.
She studied him.
Earnest eyes, relaxed shoulders, apologetic half smile. If he was
working her, he was damn good at it.
Yeah, she liked
him. Not only the look of him, but the self-effacing humor and ease
of saying he was wrong. Most Alpha guys like him never admitted to
being wrong. He’d had no problem with it.
Plus, she needed a
bouncer, and he could certainly bounce. The tickle at the nape of her
neck promised something bad was coming, and facing it with a guy who
wanted to protect her? Probably not a bad idea, so long as he
understood the rules. While she wanted to convince herself she was
making a business decision, there was no doubt her feelings for him
went beyond personal. But she could handle her own emotions. “Fine.
One more chance, but if you order me around again, you’re out of
here.”
“Fair enough.”
He opened the door.
Heat brushed her as
she moved past him. “If I ever get lost in a snowstorm, I hope
you’re there,” she muttered under her breath. The guy cascaded
warmth.
“Huh?” Matt
asked as he shut the door.
“Nothing.” She
shook her head and headed back to the bar to get to work. What would
life be like if she could flirt a little and even hope for a future?
One with a husband and even kids? But there were no kids in her
future.
She plastered on a
smile and began helping Smitty with drinks. The weekend chef manned
the kitchen to prepare bar food, so she didn’t need to cook that
night.
The evening slid
into closing time, and she shut the outside door with a sigh of
relief. As usual, she double-checked the door locks and extra
stoppers placed into the floor. The bikers had filled her till as
well as the tip jars. “It was a good night.” She smiled as she
tossed a bar rag toward Smitty.
He caught it and
grinned, lines fanning out from his bloodshot eyes. “Cleanup was
quick. Ready for inventory?”
“No.” She
jerked her head toward the kitchen. “We’re done for the night and
will do inventory another time. Go home and get some rest since
tomorrow night will be busier than tonight, probably.”
He finished wiping
down the bar. “You do look tired, boss. Feeling all right?”
“I’m fine.”
The flush filling her face resulted from Matt’s loping in from the
kitchen and not from any illness. “I’ll see you tomorrow
afternoon.”
“Good enough.”
Smitty nodded to Matt on his way out. “Night, all.”
“Night.” Matt
crossed broad arms. “Did I hear something about inventory?”
“Yes. I’ve got
it.” She reached under the bar for a notebook. “I’ll see you
tomorrow.”
His smile was slow
and way too sexy. “We could get it done in half the time if we
worked together.”
Well, at least he’d
stopped issuing orders. She studied him for a moment. While she felt
like she could sleep for a week, he looked up for running a few
miles. Her eyes were gritty and her neck already ached, promising a
headache would soon arrive. With her efforts in becoming part of the
town and trying to learn how to make friends, she’d been working on
accepting assistance and not being so alone. She really could use the
help tonight, stubbornness aside. “Okay. Follow me to the
storeroom.”
A small room with a
sexy ex-marine after midnight? What could possibly go wrong?