Hell, Yeah by Carolyn Brown

Author:Carolyn Brown [Brown, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781402239274
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2010-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Travis had to push his way to the front of the line and listen to snide remarks about cutting when Tinker let him into the Honky Tonk on Saturday night. All the bar stools were filled, tables were claimed, games were going on at both pool tables with people waiting to play the winners, and the dance floor was so crowded he had to pick his way to the bar. “Come On In (The Whiskey’s Fine)” by Mark Chestnutt had line dancers and two-steppers taking up every square foot of room.

“Sorry I’m a little late.” He went right to work taking orders.

Cathy’s blond ponytail swung back and forth as she hurried from customer to customer. Sparkling rhinestones in the shape of a heart lit up every time the light hit her black T-shirt. Her hip slung jeans were tight and her boots scuffed and worn. His pulse was testimony that it was going to be a long, hot night and he’d be ready to sleep in the beer cooler by the time Tinker shut the place down.

Cathy pushed the button on the blender to make a pitcher of hurricanes and took time to look at him. He had rolled up the sleeves on a black T-shirt showing biceps that flexed every time he pulled the handle to fill another Mason jar. She sniffed and got a nose full of Stetson above the smoke and perfume. It would be so damned easy to fall for Travis or even just to fall in bed with him. She’d have to be very, very careful.

“The lot was full when I opened up. They were lined up halfway to the highway and have been coming in as fast as Tinker can check their IDs. I’m beginning to feel like we’re runnin’ one of those fancy joints in Dallas. I’ve never had to worry about the maximum load but tonight could be the first,” she said.

“What is the max?” Travis asked.

Cathy checked the plaque on the wall beside the mirror for an exact number. “Three hundred, but I’ve never seen that many.”

He set two buckets on the bar and filled them with bottles of Miller and ice. “It looked like you had more than that on New Year’s and twice that many last Monday night.”

She smiled. “We were just a little backwoods beer joint six months ago. What in the hell has happened?”

“Twitter, Facebook, email. It’s like a small band that finally gets their foot in the door and everyone wants to say that they were following them when they were nobody. Somebody has put out the word there’s a quaint little joint over in Palo Pinto County that’s rockin’ with oldies music.” Travis set four quarts of Coors on a tray and made change for a lady with a black lace skintight top held up by thin straps. Didn’t those women know it was cold outside? What would Cathy look like in a getup like that? How long would it take him to peel

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