"Don't you worry, sir. I know what I'm doing."
"MmmHmm... I'll be the judge of that."
The call ended and I leaned against the counter.
He would be, but that's how it was going to be when making a name for myself.
I just had to hope it was a good name.
Opening the book on the counter where I was going to write down customer appointments, I picked up my pen and made a note.
Be Positive, I told myself.
Be Hopeful.
The bell above the front door jingled and I turned my head.
Three men in leather cuts walked in.
I only had eyes for the man who walked in first.
"Logan!"
He walked across the room, his eyes only on me.
That felt great.
He reached out his hands and set them on my shoulders and leaned in for a kiss.
I tipped my head back to get it.
Shameless?
Yeah.
For him.
"Hey, honey."
"Hey, Logan."
A snort and a loud cough erupted behind him.
When he lifted his head from our kiss, I narrowed my eyes.
"Don't listen to those two assholes, honey. They're single and don't know better."
Logan stepped back and draped his arm around my shoulders, holding me against his side. He waved his hand at theman on the left. "That's Savior and that," he gestured at the other man, "is Havoc."
I looked at the two men and tried not to feel like I was a tiny little mouse with a bunch of big cats staring down at me. Both were tall, muscled and inked.
I was smaller, probably looked like a colorful marshmallow in my big, roomy dress and my blonde hair curling around my face. "Hey, I'm-"
"Arlys." Savior spoke first. "We know. Thief here," he lifted his chin toward Logan, "told us to be on our best behavior or he'd kick our asses."
Havoc snorted a laugh. "He used more... interesting words, but he said we also had to watch our language."
"You don't have to do that around me, I'm just-"
