“Try this beer,” Jesse urged.“It’s great.”
Knox looked at his husband, a look of amused affection coming into his eyes.“You have foam on your lip.”Reaching up, he wiped it off, then licked his thumb.“You’re right, that is good.”
Jesse curved a protective hand around his beer when Knox reached for it.“Get your own.”
Knox chuckled and looked past Mo to Chloe.“One for me, please.”
“Sure.”She dipped into the cooler for another glass, her heart beating double-time.She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen anything sexier, or more romantic, than Knox licking foam from his husband’s lip off his thumb.
“Carrie’s doing pasta pomodoro tonight, if you’re interested in a meal,” Mo offered while Chloe pulled the pint.
“That means tomato sauce, right?”Jesse asked.
“It does.That sounds perfect,” Knox said with a smile that was far more benign than the ones he’d given Chloe.“Jesse?”
“Works for me.”
“Why don’t you two find a table, and Chloe and I will pop into the kitchen and get that for you.”
“Oh.Sure.”Setting the pint down in front of Knox, Chloe headed for the kitchen, Mo on her heels.
“What the hell was that?”Mo hissed as soon as the door swung shut behind them.
“What was what?”Chloe muttered and hoped the heat of the kitchen could be blamed for the color she knew stained her cheeks.
“You know very well what.”Mo poked her in the ribs.Hard.“The flirting with Jesse and Knox.”
“I wasn’t flirting,” Chloe protested.
“No, you weren’t,” Mo agreed.“But they sure were.”
“Were they?”Chloe ignored the leap of her heart.“I didn’t notice.”
“The hell you didn’t.You were blushing like a virgin.”
Chloe blushed like…well, like a virgin.“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“If it had just been Jesse, I might agree with you.That boy flirts with everybody, and fuckboys gonna fuckboy.”
Chloe struggled not to take offense, knowing Mo didn’t mean any.
“But Knox isn’t a fuckboy, and I’ve never seen him be anything but professional and courteous,” Mo went on.“Until now.”
Chloe tried to play dumb.“He was courteous.”
Mo’s eyes narrowed.“Don’t play dumb.Do I have to warn them off?”
Horrified at the thought, Chloe shook her head.“For God’s sake, Mo, it’s just a little flirting.Guys flirt with me all the time when I’m behind the bar.It’s harmless.”
Mo looked skeptical.“Your personal life is none of my business, but they’re married.I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“You’re overreacting,” Chloe protested, then jumped when her phone buzzed in her pocket.Grateful for the interruption, she dug it out.“It’s Gwen.”
“Good.You talk to her, and I’ll bring out the pasta.”
“You don’t want to talk to her?”Chloe asked.
“After,” Mo said.
