Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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While leaning over to grab a Heineken from the cooler, I felt a warm hand run across the small of my back where my hoodie had ridden up. I turned my head and watched Logan pull a pint glass from the shelf beside me then turn and fill it from the tap. Just that minimal contact was enough to jump-start my heart. I knew exactly what those hands could do to my body, and I was jonesing for a fix. If what we shared a few hours before was the same for everyone else, it’s a wonder anyone accomplished anything.
I turned to pop the top off the bottle, and caught Jamie staring between Logan and me with a funny look on her face. I handed off the Heineken to Dusty Banks then moved to the end of the bar so we could talk. I’d avoided her questions once Logan and I had come out front, using opening duties as a reason to stall. I’d kept her busy filling the peanut buckets while I stocked the fridge, but my time and her patience had run out. She’d been hanging in the shadows watching Logan and me while she conversed with customers for the past hour, but I could read her better than my brothers. She wanted answers and wanted them now. And considering he’d touched me at any opportunity, including a soft kiss to my neck when Jude Bronson smiled and winked at me when he entered the bar, the jig had to be up.
“You should be asleep. Is something up?”
She glanced behind me. “I’d say something’s been up. You slept with him, didn’t you?”
That stopped me in my tracks. Jamie didn’t beat around the bush, never had. If I wanted to keep the whole bar from hearing about my sexual escapades, I needed to move this conversation away from prying ears. Ignoring her question, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the hallway.
I could feel eyes following us and my cheeks began to burn. “Keep your voice down,” I bit out. I didn’t need my brothers overhearing the town talking about Logan and me before I had a chance to speak with them.
She ignored me and smiled like I’d just given her a present. “Please tell me he was good. It would be disappointing if a man who looked like Logan performed poorly in bed.”
Jamie and I didn’t have secrets. She knew I’d been holding out for the right guy, just like I knew she was too. She flirted like nobody’s business, got asked out almost daily by customers, but she’d never slept with anyone either. Watching her confidence with men, you’d think she had loads of experience, but she didn’t. Her mother had gotten pregnant with her at seventeen and struggled to raise Jamie as a single mother, so she’d vowed the moment she understood how babies were made, she would wait.
I couldn’t help my lips twitching at the hopeful look on her face. Normally I would have said nothing, but this was Jamie. We’d shared everything since we were little. I wouldn’t lie to her now. “He’s amazing. Better than any of my fantasies.”
Jamie’s eyes twinkled as she looked over my shoulder. “Well, that’s good to know.”
A warm body pressed up against me seconds later and closed my eyes. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”
“Yep.” She popped the P and laughed, then headed for the exit, shouting over her shoulder as she went, “See you after the game. Tell Jake to throw a touchdown for me.”
Instead of turning to confront Logan, I leaned back into his body and rested my head on his shoulder. “Go ahead and gloat.”
He didn’t say anything at first, just moved my hair until my neck was bare so he could place a soft kiss below my ear. Then he whispered, in that deep rumbling voice that did things to my insides, “It’s not gloating, if it’s true.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Yep.” He popped the P like Jamie had. I laughed in spite of my embarrassment, moving around him without meeting his eyes. I knew I was ten shades of mortified and it would only get worse if I looked at him.
The bar was full for the second day in a row. If it kept up like this, we wouldn’t need a fundraiser to pay off Chance, which almost did more to calm my frayed nerves than Logan had.
I scanned the room for tables that needed to be bussed, and noted the sullen faces. Frank’s death had hit home with everyone. Ennis was family, and they were mourning the loss of one of their own.
Wondering if they’d figured out the cause of the fire, I searched the bar looking for Duke. He would know what happened to cause the mortuary to explode, but I didn’t see him, which was strange. It was lunchtime, and he always stopped by to check on me. It was routine. Ever since my father died, Duke had stepped into his shoes, which meant daily visits to keep tabs on me and the boys.