sleeping together was an understatement.
Sarah rolled her eyes, almost laughing back at her.
“His truck has been parked at your house the past two mornings and several of the bar’s customers just happen to be working on your father’s landscaping.”
Sheila grimaced. She had forgotten about that. She should have thought. There were very few members of the community who hadn’t been in the Broken Bar at one time or another.
“Oh well, he can deal with it then.” She shrugged as though it didn’t matter when she knew very well it did. She detested being gossiped about. But even worse, she knew for a fact that Casey had broken off relationships with other women for no more reason than the fact that his personal business with them had become public knowledge.
She didn’t need this.
She didn’t need to be forced to grapple with her own emotions and fears while wondering who in her father’s employ would dare to gossip about his daughter. Because she knew every damned one of them would. It was the reason why her father employed them.
How better to stay below suspicion where the wrong men were concerned than by employing the worst gossips in the county? Men and women who knew or worked with the very men that Ethan Cooper and his bouncers watched on a nightly basis.
“So when did all this begin?” Sarah propped her cheek in her hand as she stared back at Sheila. “Come on. Give deets. Ethan so refuses to allow me to take an interest in his bouncers’ buff bodies.”
Sheila winced as the bouncer behind the bar, Morgan, stared at his boss’s wife in amazement. He was only seconds from blushing, and Sheila had a feeling he rarely, if ever, blushed.
“I’m not giving you deets, Sarah,” Sheila informed her, well aware of the fact that the other woman would be horrified if she did attempt to do so.
Sarah pretended to pout before giving Sheila a subtle wink and turning to Morgan once more. “Perhaps Morgan will satisfy our curiosity then.”
Morgan lifted his gaze from where he was cleaning a whiskey glass and stared back at Sarah with an expression of baffled concern. And for the smallest second, Sheila could have sworn she saw something more there.
Did Ethan Cooper’s new bouncer have a crush on Mrs. Cooper?
“Curiosity regarding what?” Morgan asked warily.
Sheila almost laughed. That wasn’t concern. Morgan was bordering on fear. It was one of those rare times anything managed to bother him.
He was saved at the last second, though, as Casey and Cooper stepped from the office. Cooper took one look at Morgan’s face, then at Sarah’s, and shook his head with a chuckle.
“Is she causing trouble, Morgan?” Cooper drawled with an edge of laughter
Morgan grunted. “She’s dangerous, Coop. You should lock her up for our safety.”
Sarah smiled back at him sweetly, but Sheila was aware that the other woman had noticed where Casey stopped. And she was very, very curious indeed.
Because Casey had stopped right behind Sheila.
Then his arms slid around her and a small kiss was pressed to the top of her head.
“Evening, sweetheart,” he drawled. “Are you having fun out here with Sarah?”
She barely managed to hide her shock at the public display of possession. She had never, ever known of Nick Casey to show such attachment to any other woman. Neither in public nor a hint of it having been shown in private.
“Observing Sarah is always fun,” she assured him as she fought to ignore both Sarah and Cooper’s curiosity.
“I live to entertain,” Sarah sighed, her dimples peeking out again.
“Then you will live a very long, happy life,” Sheila informed the other woman as she held back her own laugh.
It was hard to pay attention to the conversation, though, as Casey stood behind her. His hands rested low on her stomach; placed flat, they drew her closer to him, holding her firmly as her back pressed against his torso.
She could feel the strength and the warmth of him, as well as the
Sarah rolled her eyes, almost laughing back at her.
“His truck has been parked at your house the past two mornings and several of the bar’s customers just happen to be working on your father’s landscaping.”
Sheila grimaced. She had forgotten about that. She should have thought. There were very few members of the community who hadn’t been in the Broken Bar at one time or another.
“Oh well, he can deal with it then.” She shrugged as though it didn’t matter when she knew very well it did. She detested being gossiped about. But even worse, she knew for a fact that Casey had broken off relationships with other women for no more reason than the fact that his personal business with them had become public knowledge.
She didn’t need this.
She didn’t need to be forced to grapple with her own emotions and fears while wondering who in her father’s employ would dare to gossip about his daughter. Because she knew every damned one of them would. It was the reason why her father employed them.
How better to stay below suspicion where the wrong men were concerned than by employing the worst gossips in the county? Men and women who knew or worked with the very men that Ethan Cooper and his bouncers watched on a nightly basis.
“So when did all this begin?” Sarah propped her cheek in her hand as she stared back at Sheila. “Come on. Give deets. Ethan so refuses to allow me to take an interest in his bouncers’ buff bodies.”
Sheila winced as the bouncer behind the bar, Morgan, stared at his boss’s wife in amazement. He was only seconds from blushing, and Sheila had a feeling he rarely, if ever, blushed.
“I’m not giving you deets, Sarah,” Sheila informed her, well aware of the fact that the other woman would be horrified if she did attempt to do so.
Sarah pretended to pout before giving Sheila a subtle wink and turning to Morgan once more. “Perhaps Morgan will satisfy our curiosity then.”
Morgan lifted his gaze from where he was cleaning a whiskey glass and stared back at Sarah with an expression of baffled concern. And for the smallest second, Sheila could have sworn she saw something more there.
Did Ethan Cooper’s new bouncer have a crush on Mrs. Cooper?
“Curiosity regarding what?” Morgan asked warily.
Sheila almost laughed. That wasn’t concern. Morgan was bordering on fear. It was one of those rare times anything managed to bother him.
He was saved at the last second, though, as Casey and Cooper stepped from the office. Cooper took one look at Morgan’s face, then at Sarah’s, and shook his head with a chuckle.
“Is she causing trouble, Morgan?” Cooper drawled with an edge of laughter
Morgan grunted. “She’s dangerous, Coop. You should lock her up for our safety.”
Sarah smiled back at him sweetly, but Sheila was aware that the other woman had noticed where Casey stopped. And she was very, very curious indeed.
Because Casey had stopped right behind Sheila.
Then his arms slid around her and a small kiss was pressed to the top of her head.
“Evening, sweetheart,” he drawled. “Are you having fun out here with Sarah?”
She barely managed to hide her shock at the public display of possession. She had never, ever known of Nick Casey to show such attachment to any other woman. Neither in public nor a hint of it having been shown in private.
“Observing Sarah is always fun,” she assured him as she fought to ignore both Sarah and Cooper’s curiosity.
“I live to entertain,” Sarah sighed, her dimples peeking out again.
“Then you will live a very long, happy life,” Sheila informed the other woman as she held back her own laugh.
It was hard to pay attention to the conversation, though, as Casey stood behind her. His hands rested low on her stomach; placed flat, they drew her closer to him, holding her firmly as her back pressed against his torso.
She could feel the strength and the warmth of him, as well as the
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