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thigh, pissing her off even more, “Go see Nicki off, and then we’re going to talk.”
She put her hand on the doorknob and turned back to him. “I have a bar and restaurant to run, I don’t have time to talk, and I don’t take orders from you.” She sashayed out, slamming the door behind her.
She might not want to talk to him, but she would. He would hound her every step until she cried uncle and they figured out how to work together. Hell, he wasn’teven sure whether she was pissed because he’d left or because he’d come back. With his luck, it was both.
Another minute and they’d have been ripping each other’s clothes off. He sat on the edge of her bed. He’d heard of makeup sex, but never fight sex, and damn if it wasn’t the single most spectacular make-out session he’d ever had, and he hadn’t even gotten her out of one piece of clothing. He couldn’t imagine how hot it would be when he did.
* * *
Bree made sure Nicki was buckled into the back of the Jeep and did her best to avoid Patrice’s questions. Of course, Storm was all anyone wanted to talk about. That went for Nicki, Rocki, Patrice, and from what Patrice said, even Francis.
Patrice flipped her newly relaxed, sexy blond-highlighted long hair over her shoulder, making her look even more like Beyoncé, and shot Bree one of her knowing looks. “That’s okay; I was able to get a sitter for tonight, so Francis and I will be back later. We’ll just keep Nicki with our two and drop her off with you tomorrow. This way you’ll get a break, and I’ll get all the information I want straight from the horse’s mouth.”
“Horse’s ass is more like it. Besides, there’s nothing to say.” What was it with people? It was as if they’d never seen a man before.
Patrice got behind the wheel and started the car. After Bree waved to Nicki, she ran into the bar.
Leaving the bar in the not-so-capable hands of Rocki was usually a disaster. But Bree would have gladly spent the rest of the night picking up after Rocki not to have to deal with what—make that who—she found there.
Storm poured a drink as though he knew what hewas doing. He smiled at something the customer said. His eyes never left her face, which, even Bree had to admit, was amazing, considering the woman was almost climbing over the bar to give him a cleavage shot. He took the twenty she handed him and turned back to the register.
Bree hurried behind the bar and pulled the bill out of his hand. “What’d she have?”
“Stoli on the rocks with a twist.”
When Bree started punching the order into the register, he waved her away. “I’ve been working behind the bar all my life—first as a bar back and then as a bartender. How do you think I paid for marine architecture school, Breezy? I’m more than capable of ringing up a drink.”
“That’s all fine and good, but I don’t want you in my till.”
“Do you honestly believe that I spent three grand to fly here just so I could steal a few hundred from your till? Give me a break.”
If it had been Logan or Slater helping, she’d be kissing his feet, but this was Storm. It was impossible for her to be grateful for his help. Unfair—definitely, but who the hell said life was fair, and how could she be grateful for his help when his mere presence caused her more pain and stress than she’d had dealing with everything alone? She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Fine, if he wanted blunt, she could do blunt. “This is my bar, and I don’t want you here.”
Storm leaned back against the beer cooler and crossed his arms. “Last I checked, this was Pete’s bar, and he was awfully relieved this morning when he found out I was here to help out, so get over yourself. I’m here. I’mgoing to help. If you don’t like it, I’ll be happy to fight about it later—just not in front of the customers.”
He shot a brilliant smile at the walking plastic surgeon’s catalogue, punched in her order, totaled
She put her hand on the doorknob and turned back to him. “I have a bar and restaurant to run, I don’t have time to talk, and I don’t take orders from you.” She sashayed out, slamming the door behind her.
She might not want to talk to him, but she would. He would hound her every step until she cried uncle and they figured out how to work together. Hell, he wasn’teven sure whether she was pissed because he’d left or because he’d come back. With his luck, it was both.
Another minute and they’d have been ripping each other’s clothes off. He sat on the edge of her bed. He’d heard of makeup sex, but never fight sex, and damn if it wasn’t the single most spectacular make-out session he’d ever had, and he hadn’t even gotten her out of one piece of clothing. He couldn’t imagine how hot it would be when he did.
* * *
Bree made sure Nicki was buckled into the back of the Jeep and did her best to avoid Patrice’s questions. Of course, Storm was all anyone wanted to talk about. That went for Nicki, Rocki, Patrice, and from what Patrice said, even Francis.
Patrice flipped her newly relaxed, sexy blond-highlighted long hair over her shoulder, making her look even more like Beyoncé, and shot Bree one of her knowing looks. “That’s okay; I was able to get a sitter for tonight, so Francis and I will be back later. We’ll just keep Nicki with our two and drop her off with you tomorrow. This way you’ll get a break, and I’ll get all the information I want straight from the horse’s mouth.”
“Horse’s ass is more like it. Besides, there’s nothing to say.” What was it with people? It was as if they’d never seen a man before.
Patrice got behind the wheel and started the car. After Bree waved to Nicki, she ran into the bar.
Leaving the bar in the not-so-capable hands of Rocki was usually a disaster. But Bree would have gladly spent the rest of the night picking up after Rocki not to have to deal with what—make that who—she found there.
Storm poured a drink as though he knew what hewas doing. He smiled at something the customer said. His eyes never left her face, which, even Bree had to admit, was amazing, considering the woman was almost climbing over the bar to give him a cleavage shot. He took the twenty she handed him and turned back to the register.
Bree hurried behind the bar and pulled the bill out of his hand. “What’d she have?”
“Stoli on the rocks with a twist.”
When Bree started punching the order into the register, he waved her away. “I’ve been working behind the bar all my life—first as a bar back and then as a bartender. How do you think I paid for marine architecture school, Breezy? I’m more than capable of ringing up a drink.”
“That’s all fine and good, but I don’t want you in my till.”
“Do you honestly believe that I spent three grand to fly here just so I could steal a few hundred from your till? Give me a break.”
If it had been Logan or Slater helping, she’d be kissing his feet, but this was Storm. It was impossible for her to be grateful for his help. Unfair—definitely, but who the hell said life was fair, and how could she be grateful for his help when his mere presence caused her more pain and stress than she’d had dealing with everything alone? She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Fine, if he wanted blunt, she could do blunt. “This is my bar, and I don’t want you here.”
Storm leaned back against the beer cooler and crossed his arms. “Last I checked, this was Pete’s bar, and he was awfully relieved this morning when he found out I was here to help out, so get over yourself. I’m here. I’mgoing to help. If you don’t like it, I’ll be happy to fight about it later—just not in front of the customers.”
He shot a brilliant smile at the walking plastic surgeon’s catalogue, punched in her order, totaled
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