All Tangled Up by Crystal Jordan

Author:Crystal Jordan [Jordan, Crystal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781419937132
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Published: 2012-10-02T14:00:00+00:00

She wasn’t quite sure she believed him as they stepped inside. She’d been to her share of seedy dive bars, but the word spittoon in the name wasn’t reassuring. A relieved breath eased out of her when she saw it just looked like an ancient cabin with a bar at one end, a few tables scattered around the interior and a few out-of-place-looking big-screen televisions. The old mirror over the bar was probably original, and her reflection was wavy as she approached the bartender.

She dug out her wallet, slapped a fifty on the bar, flashing her most charming smile. “I’d like a beer and a channel change, please.”

The geezer looked like he was an original fixture too. He grunted. “What kind of beer and what channel?”

“Guinness for me and my friend, here,” she replied. The she nodded toward one of the smaller TVs mounted above the bar. “And if you could just move that NASCAR race over to the big screen, I’d appreciate it.”

His eyebrows arched but he didn’t say anything. He grabbed a remote and flipped the channel, then set Jesse and her up with drafts of Guinness.

“Thanks, hon. Keep the change.” She winked at the old guy, who gave her a gap-toothed grin as he scooped up the cash.

“Any time, pretty lady.”

Jesse held out a chair for her, amusement flashing in his green gaze. “Does every man alive flirt with you?”

“Yep. And I usually flirt back, unless I’m working.” She dropped her purse on the table and settled in her seat, crossing her legs. The bar was full, but not packed, and she was fairly sure every man there was now staring at the length of her legs that weren’t covered by her short skirt. Including Jesse. Ah, well. Let them look. They would anyway, and she’d long since learned to make the best of it. “Do you have a problem with that, Kasen?”

“Nope.” He sank into the chair next to hers, draping an arm across the back of her seat. “As long as you’re coming home with me, I don’t really care.”

There was nothing in his expression to indicate he was lying. Another pleasant surprise. Most men she knew took issue with her flirtation, assuming it automatically meant she wanted to have sex with whomever she flirted with. “I don’t sleep around, you know. This weekend is a fluke.”

He took a swig of his beer, licking the foam from his lips before he met her gaze. “I occasionally sleep around, though I’ve never brought a woman to the cabin before. So it’s a fluke time for everyone.”

But he hadn’t said he believed her about her sexual history. That hurt more than it should, and she focused on the NASCAR race on the TV. She’d missed the beginning, but at least she’d be able to see who won. She kept her eyes peeled for the black car emblazoned with the red Hanley’s toothpaste logo. When it swept across the screen, getting bumped hard by the car following it, she jolted in her seat.

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