It’s so hard not to laugh.
And now he’s permanently marked out of the “maybe” category and into the “no” side.
I don’t like guys with baggage. Especially fresh on the market ones.
They’re always wild.
“Well, congratulations.” Giving him a beaming smile, I hand him the receipt.
He snorts as he signs. “Yea, good riddance.”
After the bell rings marking his departure, Sawyer brings out a bin of sliced lemons and sets it on the ledge. “Was that Oliver?” He shakes his head. “Man, Sophia hates that guy.”
Unceremoniously, he dumps the fruit into the container.
“Yea? What for?” Now Oliver is really off the list if someone I know doesn’t like him.
Again with the shrug.
“Just said he’s an arrogant asshole. Thinks because he’s a big sponsor he owns the circuit.” Sawyer pulls open the two beer fridges below the bar and gives them a quick glance.
“I’ll go get the lemons and then restock these. There’s like…half a case of Coors left. Do you want one or two more up here?” He cocks his hip to lean against the worn brass edge of the counter, bouncing the empty metal bin against his knee.
“Um, let’s do two. Next weekend is Halloween, so through this week will be busier.” I squat down near him next to the fridge and push a couple of boxes over.
When I glance up, he’s shifted the stainless box in front of his waist to hold it with both hands.
Well, it is about eye level.
Does he not want me looking at his zipper?
Fuck, that almost makes me crack up, but I stand and step back.
I don’t need to make him uncomfortable. I think I already did that with the body shot.
And this would be the absolutely worst time to try and find someone new if he decides to quit on me.
Halloween is stressful enough.
Between the crowds and the memories ofthatnight, I need his help.
We have a good working relationship. Hell, I like him more and more as I get to know him.
As he comes upstairs from the basement packing not just the two cases of beer, but also a full case of Jack Daniels, it’s hard not to be impressed.
“When did you get so strong?” I see his arms all day.
But when they’re all flexed like that and bulging?
Shit.
His wry smile doesn’t carry any humor. “I grew up on a ranch,” he says flatly.
“Don’t mind me if I appreciate the benefits.” I give him a wink as I head to the first table of customers.
I have to admit, he isn’t bad to look at either.
Chapter 11
