“Ugh. Letting him move back in has been hell on the lady bits.”
Her eyes take the same path mine did seconds ago. “Girl, I’ve never even licked those muscles and it’s hell on my lady bits. What about the one in the black cowboy hat?”
“Murray?” I chuckle. “You'll have to fight Dakota.”
“Don't they hate each other?”
“More like love to hate? Think Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”
“Shit that’s hot. Keep me posted on any single silver foxes okay?”
She walks behind the bar taking up her spot to take orders and apparently hunt for a silver fox.
Calvin catches me staring again and sends a wink my way. God, he’s so fucking cocky, and I am pissed he caught me appreciating his body.
Pulling out my phone I send him a text in continuation of this game we’ve been playing.
Me:>
Hubs:> Glad to see some hardware back on that finger of yours. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen all day.
Me:Didn’t want any more blood on my bar. >
Me:PS if things don’t work out with Dakota… Jess thinks Murray is the sexiest thing she’s seen all day.
Hubs:And what is the sexiest thing you’ve seen all day, wife?
Me:Hmm. I think it would be my husband’s ass in Wranglers. Too bad I need to get back to work so I can’t ogle him. >
Pocketing my phone I go back to the bar to help Jess. One of the other local ranch’s rowdy crew of men just settled at the bar and this night went from bad to worse.
Calvin catches my eye, gesturing to the crew with his and I roll my eyes back. He knows this crew and I’m thankful the guys from Sanders Hollow are here for any back up I might need with them.
After serving about two hundred beers, the crowd is happily buzzed, and Sanders is getting beat up in the game. The player that has it out for him is currently in the penalty box for the fourth time this game against Sanders.
The boys from Black Key Ranch haven’t kept their damn mouths shut about Sanders all night long. Constantly making dumbass comments about how he left his family behind anddoesn’t give a shit about any of us, but here we are worshiping him.The golden cowboy doesn’t have a loyal bone in his body.
I have half a mind to kick that one out, because he’s already started three scuffles that were dissolved pretty quickly with free beer.
When the player gets out of the box again, he targets Sanders once more. I don’t think anyone in the bar is breathing as we all watch in rapture as he races across the ice, ignoring the puck, skating right to our friend. The camera zooms in, showing his eyes and they look soulless. He’s pissed at something.
Before any of us know what’s about to happen, he slams Sanders down on the ice and we watch as his head slams, cracking his helmet before it bounces up and slams back down a second time. His neck looks like it’s bending in a weird way and there are so many people running out onto the ice when he doesn’t get up.
A collective gasp sounds, and no one speaks. Until the Black Key crew.
“Good. Fucker finally got what he deserved. Thinks he’s better than us just because he left.” One of them lifts his glass toward the television, to our friend who isn’t moving on the ice, celebrating it.
I brace myself, because I know what’s coming. Bodies start launching across the bar at this group. Fists are getting thrown.
Shit.I can’t have a bar fight. I knew those guys were going to cause shit when they came in.
“Hey! Stop fucking fighting in my bar!” I jump up on top of the bar, trying to find the main offenders when I’m pushed off by two fighting assholes.
I land with a thud on the floor and attempt to grab at legs, pushing bodies away from me long enough that I can stand up. But it’s a failing attempt. Not one of these men are paying attention to the five-foot-two bar owner on the floor. Instead ofcontinuing to fight I curl into a ball and try to get under a chair where I can formulate a plan.
But before I can find one I’m lifted into the air, and carried out.
Watching Juliette fall to the floor had me out of my seat with my boys at my back. Watching her fight to get up off the floor had all our blood boiling as we moved toward the brawl.
