Just not enough for her mother to cut back.
She was getting there though.
“Damn, you were right. You’re a sleeper,” Chance said thirty minutes later when they were playing foosball. She was kicking his butt, her body getting into it the way she was spinning the bars and leaning on the table, the weight of it shifting the game on the floor.
“Game two to me,” she said. She looked at her watch. “I’m having a blast, but it’s almost two and you’ve got to work in two hours.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I need to go home, shower, and change still.” Her eyes moved over his body, and the image of him naked in the shower popped in front of her eyes. “I can read your thoughts.” His voice husky.
“I doubt that.”
He moved closer to her, his hand on her lower back. “I think of you in the shower too. But in my mind, I’m right there with you.”
13
FEEL THINGS OUT
“Chance,” Grant Fierce said. “Good to see you again. Wasn’t sure who we’d get today.”
He’d gotten into work today and saw the order to sign off on work being done inside the building he was at a few weeks ago for storage unit plans.
“You got lucky,” he said. “I’m easier to deal with than some of the other guys.”
He smiled when he said it, but he wasn’t joking.
“You are that,” Grant said. “I think the rest of the guys are up on the fifth floor. I got stuck on a call.”
He’d met Grant walking into the building. “I’m assuming Royce is there?”
That’s who he dealt with the most. Normally one of the Fierce men was around, rarely anyone from Olson’s or McCarthy’s unless there was work being done on the structures.
“Royce and his foreman,” Grant said. “I think Jim is here, only because he and I are meeting with a client later who wants some more windows. Not sure where or if we will cut into the building.”
“Got it,” he said. They got in the elevator while he prepared himself to come face to face with Jocelyn’s father.
He’d talked to Jim McCarthy several times over the years. Liked the guy too. But he wasn’t so sure how Jim would feel about the fact he’d had the guy’s daughter in his arms and was making love to her with his mouth yesterday when he dropped her off.
Not in the car. He wouldn’t do that to her or him.
He went up to her apartment with the sole purpose to get his hands on her properly.
She was all for it and more eager than him.
For the next nine days though, he wouldn’t see her much. He had a schedule set at the bar, working every night he wasn’t at the firehouse since Cooper was on vacation, and his other part-time bartenders were already covering his shifts while he was at the firehouse.
Hell, even the Friday night Jocelyn came in, he was on his own because he had a gap in the schedule but knew he could handle it.
“I heard the food at your place is great,” Grant said. “My son Ryder and his wife, Marissa, stopped in one night last week.”
“Good to hear,” he said. “I’ve been making changes from the previous owners. It’s slowly ramping up steam and getting the word out.”
“I’ll have to take my wife there some night. We always like to try new places.”
“Got takeout too,” he said. “Even part of DoorDash. You know, if you want to order lunch.”
Grant laughed. “I like how you sell yourself. Always a good quality.”
He wasn’t sure what the glimmer was that popped into Grant’s eyes, but when the doors opened on the floor, he pushed it off.
