Dirty (Dive Bar #1)(44)

“What the f*ck is this?” Eric stood beside the reporter, his bruised face lined with annoyance. “Who are you? No, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. Just get out.”

Mr. Chen’s mouth worked, his eyes suddenly anxious. “But if I could just have a minute with Miss Green.”

“Miss Green clearly wants nothing to do with whatever you’re selling. Get out.”

“But—”

“Management reserves the right to refuse anyone entrance to the business premises. From this moment on, that’s you,” said Eric, going toe to toe with the man. And winning. “You’re harassing a member of my staff. Leave now or I’ll be forced to remove you.”

“Call me, Lydia,” he said, slapping down another business card. “Opportunities like this only come along once in a lifetime.”

“Get out,” growled Eric.

Flashing a final covetous look my way, the reporter did as told.

Damn. Chin tucked in, I tried to calm both my breathing and my temper. What a bastard. A story bringing attention to the whole damn disaster was the last damn thing I needed.

“You okay?” asked Eric, rounding the counter.

“Yeah. Thanks. I could have gotten rid of him myself, I just didn’t want to cause a scene.”

A nod.

“What was that?” Vaughan stormed up to us. “Babe, who was that guy?”

“Some reporter.” I swiped the second card he’d left, letting it join the first in the bin. “Doesn’t matter. Eric got rid of him. Thank you again for that.”

“Thanks, man,” said Vaughan.

Eric nodded, heading back into the kitchen.

“Hey.” His finger curled beneath my chin, raising it gently. “Okay?”

“Just angry.” I crossed my arms, pressing my lips tightly together. “Opportunities like this only come along once in a lifetime. Like I should be grateful that the guy I was about to marry was a closet homosexual and using me. It was so much damn fun finding out the first time, let’s go through it again! Asshole.”

He gave me a small smile.

I groaned. “Sometimes it feels like I’m never going to put it behind me.”

“It only happened on Saturday.” He trailed his fingers over my cheek, smiling more broadly. “Today is Tuesday. This shit is going to be behind you, it’s just going to take a little more time. Three—four days … is not so long.”

I destroyed him with my very best death glare. “Stop being reasonable, Vaughan. Who even asked you?”

He sighed, then came around the counter and planted a kiss on top of my head. I leaned into him, taking much more comfort in his presence than I should have. Soon he wouldn’t be there. I needed to learn how to stand on my own. Deal with my own crap. But, gah. Soon was soon enough to stand alone.

“Forget about that *,” he said, rubbing my back, kissing my cheek. “Think about what makes you happy, like our date tonight or something.”

“Okay.”

“I better get back over there.”

“Thanks.” My hand somehow managed to curve over his ass as he turned away. There may have been a subtle squeeze involved. Like a girl could always be held responsible for what her fingers did. Please.

“I felt that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Later,” was all he said.

Later.

I couldn’t wait.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Later turned out to be closer to midnight than nine p.m.

Rosie’s baby caught a bad cold so she couldn’t come to work. Nell also wasn’t feeling fantastic and had to be sent home, leaving Boyd to deal with the kitchen alone. On top of this, several large parties turned up without a booking, and we were packed.

Eric took turns waiting tables and helping Vaughan keep up with orders behind the bar. By the time we finished cleaning, I was dead on my feet. But fighting it for all I was worth.

“How you doing?” Vaughan asked, revving the Mustang’s engine. “Still want to go on that date?”

“More than anything.”

“What are you thinking?” He drove off slowly into the dark. We were pretty much the only vehicle in sight.

“I want the full Vaughan Hewson Coeur d’Alene seduction experience, please.”

“That so?” Curiosity lit his eyes.

“Yep.” I linked my fingers, stretching my arms out low in front of me. Every muscle in my shoulders and back were in a state of deep crankiness. I couldn’t really blame them. “Just like your sister teased you the other day. I want to be taken to some secluded spot by the lake, and for you to play me emo tunes.”

He laughed.

“What happens after that?”

“Ah.” He rubbed his chin. “I’d dare you to go skinny-dipping.”

“Makes sense.”

“After that, we’d screw on the beach. Sometimes that part was rushed. Depends how bad the bugs were.”

“Ouch”

“You’re telling me.” He gave me a quick grin before turning his gaze back to the road. “Hard to really enjoy things when mosquitos are making a meal of your ass.”

I snorted. “I can see how that would be difficult.”