“Thanks. I could do with a hot bath. My damn feet are killing me.”
A moment later, Jenna returned from the office, her dirty apron balled up in one hand, her purse in the other as she headed off. She had the door half open before she spun back around and came back to the bar.
“I almost forgot these,” she explained, dropping the set of master keys in my outstretched palm. “We’ll need to organise you a set of your own if you’re sticking around.”
“Who said I’m sticking around?”
“What reason have you got to leave?”
She had me there. What reason did I have to run? Again. Everything was good here. With the exception of Nate, who knew what was going on there other than the fact the man was boiling my blood and making me crazy, everything else seemed perfect. Maybe it was time to put down some real roots. Give Matilda the home she deserved.
“Go! Enjoy your bath.”
“Jealous?”
“More than you know.”
“Oh, I’m not sure. Judging by the dreamy look on your face, I’d say you need a cold shower more than a bath.”
I had no words.
Again.
Grabbing the dirty rag from sink, I tossed it at her retreating form, hitting her square in the ass. For someone who was old enough to be my mother, Jenna was in amazing shape. Even I was impressed by her perky ass as she walked away. From my spot behind the bar, I heard her distinctive laughter echo through the almost empty bar as she made her way out the door.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she was right. A cold shower was definitely in my future.
