Unbroken by Maisey Yates

Author:Maisey Yates [Yates, Maisey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-06-24T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

Thirteen

“I’m in a bar drinking before six p.m. I feel like you should be here too. Encouraging me to make bad decisions.”

Nicole stared down at the number on the business card John had given her. She really hadn’t expected to call it, but here she was. Calling. From The Saloon. She was drinking a PBR and feeling generally pissed at the world. And it might just be John’s lucky night as a result.

She could always just go home. Sure, she had three more weeks of leave left. But that was time she was supposed to be spending getting to know her family, and at this point, she was thinking three weeks at home staring at her ceiling would be more fun.

But then, wild sex with a stranger would be better than that.

“I even know who this is,” John said, his voice warm and tempting, even over the line. “I feel like I should get extra points for that.”

“Get your butt over here and you’ll get a beer for that. That’s better than points. That’s tangible. Alcoholic.”

“Oh, look, my shop’s closing up early tonight and I’m headed down the street.”

The mercantile was only three small-town blocks down from the bar, and it only took John five minutes between the time she hung up the phone to the time when he walked through the door.

“Hey,” he said, sitting down next to her at the bar. “What’s the deal?”

“What do you mean what’s the deal?”

“Where has all the cagey surliness gone? Why are you now calling my number and inviting me down here to drink with you?”

She lifted her beer. “Because today sucked.”

“Whatcha drinking, baby?”

“Pabst.”

He snorted through his nose. “Okay. That’s not a hard-day drink, if you ask me.”

“Well, it’s my drink of choice.”

“Jack,” he said to the bartender, then turned back to Nicole. “That’s my hard-day drink.”

“You’re going to get drunk at six in the evening?” she asked.

“Hell no. I only ordered one.”

“Oh . . . badass,” she said, taking another sip of her beer. “You, sir, are clearly a badass.”

“Clearly.”

The bartender set a shot glass in front of John and gave him a coy smile while she poured some amber liquid into it. Nicole immediately felt territorial and edgy. Not that she had a reason to feel that way. But she did.

“Thanks, Chrissy,” he said, tossing her a wink.

“So,” she said when the bartender, Chrissy, was out of earshot. “My brother says you’re a man-whore.”

He snorted into his glass and a spray of whiskey shot up and sloshed over the edge. “Did he?”

“Yep.”

“Let me guess . . . it was Cade.”

“Yes, it was.”

“Well, that’s sort of the pot calling the kettle black.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling slightly disappointed. She was hoping for some outraged, pearl-clutching denial or something.

“I had a little run-in with him earlier.”

“And I had one with him a little later. Hence . . . this.”

“What did he say?”

“He was trying to warn me away from you. Because you’re trying to get into my pants. And defile me. Something about my maidenly virtue.

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