Doing It Over (Most Likely To #1)(47)

“Jo’s my best friend,” she offered.

His grin spread. “Right.”

Melanie leaned her head into the palm of his hand that lingered on her face. When he stepped closer, she met him halfway and lifted on her toes to reach his kiss.

Who knew the swelling in her belly could explode with such a simple touch. But Wyatt’s kiss unleashed a crash of feeling she couldn’t describe. With a moan, she closed her eyes and pressed her tongue against the edge of his lips.

Wyatt opened for her and took control. He spread his hands along her back and pulled her flush against his body. From knees to lips, he was everywhere. His hands took their time caressing her waist before finding the edges of her breasts.

Her knees buckled and Wyatt turned and sandwiched her between him and the truck. The hardness of him pressed against her stomach, giving all the evidence she needed of her effect on him. And she liked it. Only when she filled her palm with the globe of his firm butt did Wyatt pull away from her lips with a groan. “Come home with me,” he whispered.

She wanted to . . .

“The inn has guests. Hope . . . Miss Gina.”

Wyatt leaned his forehead against hers and winced.

“Poor baby,” she said, giggling.

For a moment he just held her and didn’t attempt to kiss her again.

“We should probably go.”

He gave one more lingering kiss before releasing his hold.

With weak knees and a speeding heart, Melanie slid behind the wheel of the van and let Wyatt close the door behind her.

“Thanks again,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

He tapped the side of the van as she drove away.





“I suddenly don’t feel so bad.” Wyatt took one look at Luke and winced. Purple was the predominant color of his face with a bright bluish-red spot on the left of his head. If you didn’t know Luke, you might not catch the extent of swelling, but you’d definitely know he didn’t look right.

“I can’t tell how much of this is hangover or broken crap underneath.”

The hour rounded on noon, removing some of the hangover time Luke suggested.

R&B’s would normally hold a handful of people at this hour but today held only a small crew destined to serve their community service for a night of crime. At least that was how Wyatt painted the picture in his brain.

“There you are.” Josie walked from the bar, hands on hips, attitude in her stride. “I thought I was going to have to call Jo.”

While Josie’s words were stern, her smile was anything but.

“Cut the crap, Josie,” Luke told her as he made his way up the steps to the bar and pulled her into a half hug.

“You look like someone drug you behind their truck on a rope for a good ten miles.”

“That’s about how I feel.”

Josie nudged his hip with her own. “I probably should have cut you off.”

“I doubt that would have helped,” Wyatt said. “The place was charged last night.”

Josie had her long brown hair twisted into a braid. Her jean shorts shouldn’t look as good as they did on a woman in her midforties, but Wyatt had to admit, they did. “Matt’s inside cleaning up.”

“I’m going to make a run to the Eugene hardware store when I leave here. Try and get you back up and running by tomorrow night.”

Luke was already inside, Wyatt right behind him.

Matt stood in the center of the room with a broom. Some of the tables that still had all their legs had been placed to rights. Those that couldn’t be salvaged were still where last night’s fight had left them. A big pile of glass had been mounded up on the floor, the smell of stale beer more pungent than on any given Saturday night.

Luke let out a long-winded whistle. “I didn’t remember it being this bad.”

“You were drunk,” Josie reminded him.

Wyatt placed a hand on Josie’s back. “I’m really sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry . . . if I hadn’t asked you to stick around until Jo got here, this might not have happened.”

Wyatt had already considered that. “It is what it is, darlin’.”

Josie offered a smile. “I’ve already ordered replacement glassware. There’s a restaurant and bar warehouse in Eugene that supplies my tables and I’ve already given them a call. If you can go and pick them up, that would be great.”

For the next hour, Wyatt, Matt, and Luke cleared out the dozen tables and chairs that were unsavable, cleaned the room, and mopped up the liquor that had fallen in sheets on the walls and stuck.

Wyatt took note of a couple of holes in the walls. A little drywall and paint would show up the rest of the bar. It was really hard for him to do anything halfway, but since Josie was already paying for the broken glassware and helping with the tables and chairs, it was the right thing to do. He already knew Luke would be on board with helping with the manual labor.

Outside, the gravel kicked up from the parking lot, which prompted Josie to step out while they finished the cleanup.

“Lunch is here,” Josie said when she walked back in.

Melanie had her hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and her short shorts hid enough of her ass to keep him guessing, but not enough to think she was trying to hide something.

He licked his lips and leaned the broom in his hands against the wall.