Huh. Maybe this being on time gig isn’t too bad.
“Hi, Harper,” I greet my boss, who happens to own the bar. She’s also in love with Zane’s brother, Kai. They live together with her father.
“How are you doing?”
The sympathetic look on her face has me pausing. “What do you mean?”
“Living with Zane.” Her nose wrinkles in disgust.
“Actually, Zane isn’t too bad.”
She lifts her brows. “The player isn’t too bad?”
She knows how I feel about players. She doesn’t know the reason why, but she’s seen me reject man after man while calling them players ever since I started working at the speakeasy.
I shrug. “He hasn’t been fooling around with anyone since I moved in.”
Except for me. My body warms as thoughts of our kiss bombard me. I’ve kissed a lot of men, but never has a single kiss from a man had me wrapping my legs around him while rubbing up against him like a cat in heat.
But this is Zane. The man I’ve lusted after for years. Lusted after and knew I couldn’t have.
Although, maybe I can have him. Zane’s changed his opinion on having children in the past weeks. Maybe he’s changed his opinion on relationships, too?
I shake my head. I’m doing it again. Acting like my mother. Hoping to change a man when I know better. Men don’t change for women.
“He probably doesn’t have time,” Harper says and I return my attention to her. “I know how much time caring for another person takes.”
“How is your father?” She cares for her father, who had a stroke some years ago and is not fully mobile.
“Probably up to something with Kai. Those two are always up to no good.” She’s complaining, but guessing by the grin on her face, she’s happy they have each other.
“Speaking of my father, I have a doctor’s appointment with him today. Can you open up?”
“Sure!” I clear my throat and tone down my enthusiasm. “Of course.”
She meets my gaze. “Try not to get caught in the walk-in cooler this time.”
“I won’t. Girl Scout promise.” I hold up two fingers.
She shakes her head. “You were never a Girl Scout.”
I scowl. “I could have been.” If I’d ever lived somewhere for longer than a year at a time.
“I need to go.” She starts for the back door. “By the way, I haven’t done the riddle for today yet.”
“Not a problem.”
Rumrunneris a speakeasy. The locals know where it is and can enter without a password, but visitors and tourists have to solve a riddle to enter. There’s a new riddle every day.
I skip through the bar to Trent. As the bouncer, he’s in charge of ensuring all visitors know the password.
“I have the riddle for you.”
“From Harper?”
“Nope. This one’s all mine.” I already have a riddle made up. I’ve been waiting for Harper to give me the chance to use it.
“I have no legs, yet I dance in the deep. I sing sailors to ruin, and rock them to sleep. Who am I?”
