The Family Gathering (Sullivan's Crossing #3)(10)

“Well, that makes sense,” she said. “Tom has worked all over this valley. He even did some work in this bar.”

Dakota looked around. “I don’t know what he did but it’s a good-looking bar. Now back to you. Why’d you trade computers for bartending?”

She sighed. “Rob, my brother, is also a single father. His wife died and their kids were very young. So, he changed his life, moved here with the boys, bought this bar and it worked for him. He has some good employees so his schedule is flexible—he can leave someone else in charge and be available for the boys. They’re fourteen and sixteen now and active. But then his manager gave notice and quit and he needed help right about the same time I wanted a change. Who better than Aunt Sid? And, as it turns out, I like this.” She flung an arm wide. “I now have windows and everything.”

“Really different, though, isn’t it?” he asked.

“About as different as picking up trash will be from going to war,” she said.

He drank a little of his beer. “Got me there,” he said. “In my case, that could be a refreshing change.”

“Did you ever find yourself married?” she asked him.

He gave her a perplexed look. “As in, you wake up one morning and find yourself married? No, that never happened to me. Did you ever find yourself married?”

“I’m divorced,” she said. “Over a year now.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She looked at him with a slightly sad or sheepish smile. Then she gave a nod. “Incoming,” she said, and turned away to wait on someone else.

“Well, what a coincidence,” Alyssa said. He saw her reflection in the mirror and turned toward her. She put her hand on the chair beside him. “Are you waiting for someone?” she asked.

Dakota was amazed at how quickly Sid could sneak away. She was all the way down at the other end of the bar. “No,” Dakota said.

“All right if I sit here?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said. “Of course. Can I buy you a drink?”

“That would be so nice,” she said, fluffing her hair. “What have you been doing with yourself?”

“Nothing much,” he said. “Looking around. You?”

She laughed brightly and he knew. He was being stalked. There must be a real shortage of men around here. This wasn’t something that happened to him with regularity—women coming on to him. It happened, but not often. What was more common was him coming on to them. He certainly couldn’t complain about their looks, the two women who’d hit on him since he’d arrived in town. Alyssa was gorgeous. She was probably five-ten and her silky hair screamed for a man’s hands. And those legs, so many possibilities there.

She began to describe her day of styling hair, laughing at her own stories.

“Hi, Alyssa,” Sid said. “What can I get you?”

“A glass of merlot? Whatever label you like.”

“Coming right up,” she said, turning away.

Dakota was disappointed. He enjoyed a little good-natured bantering with a woman who was capable of giving it back. Alyssa was very sweet and polite, nothing about her put him off. He asked her what she did for fun. She liked to shop. Did she ski in winter? “Sure, everyone skis. Do you? Is that what brought you to Colorado?”

“As a matter of fact, I do, but I’m no expert. What else do you do for fun?”

She liked to get together with friends. Sometimes they went to Denver, clubbing. Three of them, single girls, went to Las Vegas for a long weekend; now, that was a blast. Talk about hangover city.

A couple of uniformed troopers came into the bar, sat at the end and Sid brought them coffee without being asked. They had her laughing her head off in no time. She put in their dinner order and went right back to them. She seemed to have a lot to say to them, laughing and gesturing with her hands. She refilled their coffee.

“Did you hear me?” Alyssa asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was distracted by the cops.”

“I said, maybe we should go out sometime. What do you like to do?”

Crap, he thought. “Let me get a little settled first. I’m new around here, remember.”

“I could help with that,” she said.

“And I appreciate that, Alyssa.”

A man in a plaid shirt brought out a couple of plates from the kitchen and went behind the bar, taking them to the cops. He put a hand on Sid’s shoulder and they all laughed together. The brother, Dakota thought. They reminded him a little bit of himself and Sierra; you could feel the bond between them.

“Are you wanted or something?” Alyssa asked him.

“Huh?”

“I said, are you wanted? Do you have warrants? Because you can’t take your eyes off the cops.”

“God, I’m sorry,” he said, running a hand down his face, over his beard. “I was wondering what it would take to get on the police force. Highway patrol, maybe. A lot of military men end up in the police department or fire department. I might not be that smart but I’m definitely in shape.”

“Oh, I bet you’re very smart,” she said.

“So, tell me how you chose your career,” he said, then inwardly cringed. He really wanted to run for his life. He was a bad person. She was just being nice; he should be flattered. But he wanted her to go away so he could talk with Sid.