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complaining. You’re mighty fine to look at and you’re gonna give that rascal Cal some competition with the ladies.”
Keith cut a glance at Bertie as a small smile played across his lips.
“Unless you’re already spoken for,” Dottie added as she looked from him to Bertie and back.
“Keith’s Francesca’s nephew,” Bertie said with a little too much enthusiasm.
Dottie leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to look as if they might spill from the top of her shirt. It had been so long for Keith, he didn’t even consider the sick implications of actually wanting to see it happen.
“So you’re Franny’s nephew? I’d forgotten you belong to her. She used to talk about you all the time. When are we gonna see you play some tennis, hotshot?”
Keith cocked a brow. “I’m retired. I don’t play anymore.”
“That mean you forgot how?” Dottie pressed. “I’ve got two grandkids living in Raleigh and they love to play. Sure would like to impress them by telling them they can see you in action.”
“I’m going to be real busy fixing up my house, but I’ll be sure to let you know when I decide to participate in an exhibition match,” he said, not caring if Dottie Duncan detected the sarcasm in his tone. Bertie started to squirm in her seat, causing Dottie to narrow her gaze at both of them again.
“Umph. I think you two are going to work out fine. Bertie here is a whiz with interiors, among other things. You’re lucky to have her. Don’t you forget it.” She pointed her scary nail at him. “And I’ll talk to you more about that exhibition match. I think that’s just what Harmony needs.” Dottie smiled the smile of someone who knew a great secret. And Keith had a sinking feeling he was the star attraction in that secret.
“Bertie, before I forget…can you take care of Sweet Tea for the next two days? I’ve got to run to Charlotte to check on a couple locations,” Dottie asked as she slid from the booth.
So now Bertie could add dog walker to her list of many talents? No wonder she stunk as a decorator. She over-committed herself and didn’t pay enough attention to her decorating career. Forget dog walking. She needed to take Basic Colors 101.
“Sure. No problem.” Bertie’s smile appeared pained.
Dottie shook her head, but her lacquered blond curls never moved. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do when you move to Atlanta in three weeks. It won’t be the same around here. That design firm doesn’t know what a prize they’re getting.” She patted Bertie’s hand, nodded in Keith’s direction, and sashayed toward the bar.
Atlanta? Great! She’d be moving in three weeks and he wouldn’t have to worry about grabbing her and shoving her down on the nearest surface so he could push himself inside her. Surely he could hold himself in check for three more weeks.
Bertie’s bottom lip appeared swollen where she’d been gnawing on it. Worry lines marred her smooth features. Then it hit him like an ace down the T: she wasn’t going anywhere as long as one hundred and fifty thousand dollars sat on the table. Damn Francesca.
“I’ll give you three hundred thousand dollars to leave town.”
Chapter 5
“Of all the…the very idea…I’m so mad I could spit!” Bertie ranted behind the bar as she shoved soapy glassware under the running water.
“Whoa there, Trigger.” Cal grabbed a glass from her slippery hands before she added it to the already broken collection on the floor as her temper reached the boiling point.
“Why don’t you head on home before you start smashing plates? I’ll finish cleaning up.” Cal thrust a dry dish towel at her and turned her toward the door. The bar had closed an hour ago, but she stayed behind to help clean. She often did to distract herself from worry—if breaking glassware constituted cleaning.
“Take my car.” Cal unlocked the front door and handed Bertie his keys along with her handbag.
“How will you get
Keith cut a glance at Bertie as a small smile played across his lips.
“Unless you’re already spoken for,” Dottie added as she looked from him to Bertie and back.
“Keith’s Francesca’s nephew,” Bertie said with a little too much enthusiasm.
Dottie leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, causing her breasts to look as if they might spill from the top of her shirt. It had been so long for Keith, he didn’t even consider the sick implications of actually wanting to see it happen.
“So you’re Franny’s nephew? I’d forgotten you belong to her. She used to talk about you all the time. When are we gonna see you play some tennis, hotshot?”
Keith cocked a brow. “I’m retired. I don’t play anymore.”
“That mean you forgot how?” Dottie pressed. “I’ve got two grandkids living in Raleigh and they love to play. Sure would like to impress them by telling them they can see you in action.”
“I’m going to be real busy fixing up my house, but I’ll be sure to let you know when I decide to participate in an exhibition match,” he said, not caring if Dottie Duncan detected the sarcasm in his tone. Bertie started to squirm in her seat, causing Dottie to narrow her gaze at both of them again.
“Umph. I think you two are going to work out fine. Bertie here is a whiz with interiors, among other things. You’re lucky to have her. Don’t you forget it.” She pointed her scary nail at him. “And I’ll talk to you more about that exhibition match. I think that’s just what Harmony needs.” Dottie smiled the smile of someone who knew a great secret. And Keith had a sinking feeling he was the star attraction in that secret.
“Bertie, before I forget…can you take care of Sweet Tea for the next two days? I’ve got to run to Charlotte to check on a couple locations,” Dottie asked as she slid from the booth.
So now Bertie could add dog walker to her list of many talents? No wonder she stunk as a decorator. She over-committed herself and didn’t pay enough attention to her decorating career. Forget dog walking. She needed to take Basic Colors 101.
“Sure. No problem.” Bertie’s smile appeared pained.
Dottie shook her head, but her lacquered blond curls never moved. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do when you move to Atlanta in three weeks. It won’t be the same around here. That design firm doesn’t know what a prize they’re getting.” She patted Bertie’s hand, nodded in Keith’s direction, and sashayed toward the bar.
Atlanta? Great! She’d be moving in three weeks and he wouldn’t have to worry about grabbing her and shoving her down on the nearest surface so he could push himself inside her. Surely he could hold himself in check for three more weeks.
Bertie’s bottom lip appeared swollen where she’d been gnawing on it. Worry lines marred her smooth features. Then it hit him like an ace down the T: she wasn’t going anywhere as long as one hundred and fifty thousand dollars sat on the table. Damn Francesca.
“I’ll give you three hundred thousand dollars to leave town.”
Chapter 5
“Of all the…the very idea…I’m so mad I could spit!” Bertie ranted behind the bar as she shoved soapy glassware under the running water.
“Whoa there, Trigger.” Cal grabbed a glass from her slippery hands before she added it to the already broken collection on the floor as her temper reached the boiling point.
“Why don’t you head on home before you start smashing plates? I’ll finish cleaning up.” Cal thrust a dry dish towel at her and turned her toward the door. The bar had closed an hour ago, but she stayed behind to help clean. She often did to distract herself from worry—if breaking glassware constituted cleaning.
“Take my car.” Cal unlocked the front door and handed Bertie his keys along with her handbag.
“How will you get
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