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was, and somehow it kicked off a protective streak in him.
“Lily... Jack.” Cain waved his hand between them and then took another drag on his cigarette. His expression changed into one that Jack could read clearly—Cain wanted Lily to be well looked after.
“You’re going to fit in well, Lily. One thing before you start .” Jack watched her nod, her eyes wide with interest as she waited for his information. He could see what had Cain worried. Fresh-faced girls in New York clubs were always the ones who got harassed the most. “We don’t get much trouble in here, but if any guys get a little too interested in you, just let the guys behind the bar know and we’ll take care of it. We don’t want our waitresses not enjoying their work. We’ll run through the other procedures shortly. Right now I’ve got to check the bar over and do the boring, responsible stuff.”
Lily watched the dark haired guy grin goofily at her and smiled, her nerves dying away under the prospect of working for someone who seemed to be equally as nice as Cain, if a little less serious. Turning around, she saw Cain sitting at the bar nearby and took the stool next to him.
He smiled when she settled down next to him and put her coat over her lap.
“Not such a bad place, no?” He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and she watched the last of the smoke curl from it before it died.
“Seems nice, your friend and the place.”
He looked down at his leather glove coated fingers and then winced before looking back at her.
“Are they still hurting?” She cocked her head to one side. His fingers moved stiffly and his expression was blank as he quite obviously tried to cover the pain.
“Little.” He smiled briefly and then turned to look at the door as it opened.
Lily’s eyes moved there also. She watched the girls walk into the club and noticed how their glances immediately settled on Cain and then came to rest on her. She noted the change of expression as they saw her sitting next to him, their brows wrinkling into a frown and their looks turning green. She knew what they were thinking, and she couldn’t blame them. Cain had looks that would make most men jealous and most women swoon, and even she wasn’t immune to them. The moment she’d laid eyes on him outside his apartment that night, his beauty had captured her.
Leaning against the bar, she idly watched him as he lit up another cigarette. He looked relaxed as he openly ignored everyone but her and his friend Jack. He was a stark contrast to her. He seemed so calm while she was all panic and nerves, and his eyes were fixed on one place while hers leapt about the room, trying to absorb the scenes playing out all around her as the club got ready to open. As he turned to look at her, she gave him a small and awkward smile.
“You’ll do fine.” Cain placed his hand over hers where it rested on the bar top. His eyes focused on the contrast of his gloved hand and her pale slender fingers.
He frowned as he looked at them. Hers were all purity and goodness while his appeared dark—black gloves for a black-hearted killer. How many times had he pulled a trigger wearing these gloves? He yanked his hand away, feeling as though he was burning her goodness away and tainting her with his touch.
Lily frown briefly and then thought the better of saying anything. She could clearly read that part of him was conflicted, and she wondered if it was about her. Maybe he thought he was showing misplaced affection. She almost laughed at herself for all the times over the past day that she’d thought he might like her. He’d never like her. He was just some guy trying to be nice to a naïve girl who got stuck in New York City. That was all. There was no way a guy like him would think of her as anything other than a little girl or a friend.
Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, she realized Jack was calling her. Turning around, she saw him near the end of the bar with the girls
“Lily... Jack.” Cain waved his hand between them and then took another drag on his cigarette. His expression changed into one that Jack could read clearly—Cain wanted Lily to be well looked after.
“You’re going to fit in well, Lily. One thing before you start .” Jack watched her nod, her eyes wide with interest as she waited for his information. He could see what had Cain worried. Fresh-faced girls in New York clubs were always the ones who got harassed the most. “We don’t get much trouble in here, but if any guys get a little too interested in you, just let the guys behind the bar know and we’ll take care of it. We don’t want our waitresses not enjoying their work. We’ll run through the other procedures shortly. Right now I’ve got to check the bar over and do the boring, responsible stuff.”
Lily watched the dark haired guy grin goofily at her and smiled, her nerves dying away under the prospect of working for someone who seemed to be equally as nice as Cain, if a little less serious. Turning around, she saw Cain sitting at the bar nearby and took the stool next to him.
He smiled when she settled down next to him and put her coat over her lap.
“Not such a bad place, no?” He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray and she watched the last of the smoke curl from it before it died.
“Seems nice, your friend and the place.”
He looked down at his leather glove coated fingers and then winced before looking back at her.
“Are they still hurting?” She cocked her head to one side. His fingers moved stiffly and his expression was blank as he quite obviously tried to cover the pain.
“Little.” He smiled briefly and then turned to look at the door as it opened.
Lily’s eyes moved there also. She watched the girls walk into the club and noticed how their glances immediately settled on Cain and then came to rest on her. She noted the change of expression as they saw her sitting next to him, their brows wrinkling into a frown and their looks turning green. She knew what they were thinking, and she couldn’t blame them. Cain had looks that would make most men jealous and most women swoon, and even she wasn’t immune to them. The moment she’d laid eyes on him outside his apartment that night, his beauty had captured her.
Leaning against the bar, she idly watched him as he lit up another cigarette. He looked relaxed as he openly ignored everyone but her and his friend Jack. He was a stark contrast to her. He seemed so calm while she was all panic and nerves, and his eyes were fixed on one place while hers leapt about the room, trying to absorb the scenes playing out all around her as the club got ready to open. As he turned to look at her, she gave him a small and awkward smile.
“You’ll do fine.” Cain placed his hand over hers where it rested on the bar top. His eyes focused on the contrast of his gloved hand and her pale slender fingers.
He frowned as he looked at them. Hers were all purity and goodness while his appeared dark—black gloves for a black-hearted killer. How many times had he pulled a trigger wearing these gloves? He yanked his hand away, feeling as though he was burning her goodness away and tainting her with his touch.
Lily frown briefly and then thought the better of saying anything. She could clearly read that part of him was conflicted, and she wondered if it was about her. Maybe he thought he was showing misplaced affection. She almost laughed at herself for all the times over the past day that she’d thought he might like her. He’d never like her. He was just some guy trying to be nice to a naïve girl who got stuck in New York City. That was all. There was no way a guy like him would think of her as anything other than a little girl or a friend.
Shaking her head to clear it of such thoughts, she realized Jack was calling her. Turning around, she saw him near the end of the bar with the girls
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