High Heels and Haystacks by Erin Nicholas

Author:Erin Nicholas [Nicholas, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EN Fiction, Inc.

11

Ava was carrying a martini glass with a creamy brown liquid in it—a chocolate martini, Parker knew—and he got the message loud and clear. She wasn’t drinking his fucking apple pie shots.

Yeah, well, that was too subtle anyway. If Noah could stomp up the stairs because Brynn was Skyping with some guy, then he could absolutely do what he was about to do.

He might end up carrying his balls home in a to-go bag, but it was worth the risk.

Because the thing was…he might owe her an apology.

Ava wasn’t the type to run and hide, and the fact that he hadn’t seen her in three days wasn’t just making him itchy in a place he couldn’t seem to scratch, but it worried him.

“Hey, Boss,” he greeted, still sitting back in his chair, just watching her.

“Hi, Parker,” she said. “Evan.”

“Hey, Ava,” Evan said. He cast a glance at Parker. “So, our theme tonight is apples, huh?”

Parker rolled his eyes. Yes, it had been his idea, and yeah, the theme was on the nose—at least for him and Ava—but Evan couldn’t be content to just let it be. He had to point it out.

“I guess so.” She sipped from her martini glass, making her point subtly. Okay, so she didn’t feel more fond of apples now. That was…not okay.

Parker got to his feet. “Since Brynn and Noah aren’t down here yet, can we talk for a second?” he asked Ava.

She met his gaze directly. He realized he should have expected nothing less. “I don’t think we need to talk,” she said.

“Then I’ll talk.”

“I’d rather just get going on the game. I have work to do tonight.”

Her tone was don’t push me, but now she wasn’t meeting his eyes, and Parker simply couldn’t not push. That was the problem. Now that he knew how she looked and sounded when she came, now that he couldn’t look at a stick of butter without getting hard, now that he’d seen her pitch eggs against the wall because she’d discovered that she liked breaking things, he was, most definitely, going to push her.

He moved around the table. “Boss, I really hate to do this.”

“Do what?”

He took her glass from her, tipped it back, swallowing the rest of the contents—and hopefully clearly making the point that he didn’t really fucking care what she was drinking, it wasn’t making this go away—and set the glass on the table. Then he bent, lifted her over his shoulder, and headed out of the dining room, through the living room, and into the room she’d commandeered for her office.

He was, however, impressed that she didn’t even yell as he carried her through the house.

He kicked the door shut behind him, deposited her on the floor, and then, without stepping back even an inch, looked down at her.

“Parker, I—”

“I just want to say I’m sorry.”

That clearly surprised her. She stopped, and a crease appeared between her eyebrows. “You’re sorry? For what?”

“I wanted to make it so that you smile when you walked into the pie shop kitchen.

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