“Wasn’t aware I needed to. Besides, if I left, who would run the bar for your sister?”
“We’d make it work.”
“Right,” I laughed, “because the three of you have nothing better to do with your time. Don’t you have someone to arrest?” I asked Michael.
“I’m looking at him.”
“Well, then, go ahead. I’ve got nothing better to do than tend bar.” I smirked at him when he made no move to cuff me. “What the hell did I do to piss you off so much?”
“I don’t trust you, and when I see you hanging out with Archer, I know you’re bad news.”
I nodded, understanding where he was coming from. “Well, it’s always good to have a guy like Archer when you need assistance,” I said pointedly toward Liam. “He’s not a bad guy to have around when the shit hits the fan.”
“And you want us to believe you’re like him?”
“I didn’t say that,” I shrugged.
“Where did you go?” Liam asked. “You left Lizzy in the lurch for two days.”
“Had business to take care of.”
“Your business is here now,” Liam snapped.
“I’m not your sister’s keeper. I cleared it with her before I left town. Not sure why you’re here with your thumbs up your ass.”
Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to say to the three men who already looked entirely too pissed off for their own good. But I had never been known for being smart about anything.
“If Lizzy doesn’t want me here, she’ll get rid of me. But until that time, I’m working, and you’re in my way.”
I turned my back on them and got to work restocking the bar for tomorrow’s crowd. I only had an hour until closing, and I was counting down the minutes. When I turned back around, only one brother was left at the bar.
Jeff. The brother who had yet to say a damn thing to me. He was chomping on peanuts and grinning like an idiot, the complete opposite of when his brothers were here.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing. Just hanging out.”
“Are you supposed to stay behind and charm me?”
Chortling, he tossed a few more peanuts in his mouth. “Can I get a beer?”
Rolling my eyes, I poured him a beer and slid it across to him. “Anything else?”
“Yeah.” He shifted in his seat. “So, what’s it like being a total badass?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well, rumor has it that you’re some kind of ninja assassin or dark lord. Personally, I think Ninja Assassin is pretty cool, but a dark lord?” He blew out a breath. “Dark lord would be fucking incredible.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Not even close,” he grinned. “So, which is it?”
“I’m not a ninja.”
“Ah, so dark lord it is! That’ll really attract the ladies. I mean, if they want their souls sucked dry. I’m assuming that goes with the territory.”
He stared at me inquisitively, but I said nothing.
