The only dark spot on the horizon was that none of the Saint’s Outlaws had been able to find Maynard to deliver Gunner’sGet Welldelivery. Scoop said he wasn’t using credit cards.
“Over here,” Jesse yelled from a group of tables pushed together.
Gunner was ready to sit back and enjoy time with his woman. Good food and drink plus some up close and personal time on the dance floor.
Although he adored Rachel’s overalls, tonight she’d dressed in tight jeans, boots, and a leather jacket for the ride. Standing by the table, he waited for Rachel to take off the jacket.
Oh Friggin’ fudgesicles. The front of her shirt was silky with a high neck, but it was the back that was going to kill him. The silky fabric trailed down to the top of her butt, which would be fine if there wasn’t a huge diamond opening in the back with no hint of a bra strap. Was his woman bare beneath her shirt?
How was he supposed to concentrate tonight wondering if anything was underneath her top?
“Oh, the top looks perfect on you,” Beth said as they settled in their seats.
“Thank you. I appreciate you loaning it to me,” Rachel said.
“Anytime you want to try something different, let me know. I have a whole room full of clothes for surveillance,” Beth said, passing plates, forks, and a tray of appetizers their way.
Gunner listened to the conversation, enjoying being here with Rachel. He couldn’t wait to open Broken Hearts Brewing, but tonight, where he and Rachel weren’t in charge of providing the food and service, was just what they both needed to recharge.
“Hey, Gunner, you guys have all your positions filled at the coffee shop?” Hennessy asked.
“We have a start but we’re waiting to see how many we’ll need on some of the shifts. For now, some of the workers from the diner are going to help out during heavy times. Why?” Gunner asked.
“Elijah and Morgan are interested in part-time jobs. We’re letting them learn at the oil office but both of them wanted some experience in the food industry. We can’t have them working here since we serve liquor. I didn’t know if you might need extra help on the weekends,” Hennessy said.
“Let Rachel and I check the schedule but as long as it hasn’t been promised to someone already, I’d love to have them working on the weekends. I have a feeling the smash room will be busy,” Gunner replied.
“Thanks, man,” Hennessy said.
Gunner ate some of the appetizers and refilled Rachel’s plate when it was empty. Seeing her eyes light up and her grin gave him such a sense of satisfaction.
A slow song came on the jukebox. Gunner leaned close to Rachel. “Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, grasping his hand.
Leading her onto the dance floor was a good thing because he couldn’t see the deep V of bareflesh but when she turned toward him to dance, he realized the error in his thinking.
He pulled her close to dance. His hand was on bare skin. He swallowed, reminding himself he had all night.
“Just in case you’re wondering, the top has a built-in bra,” Rachel said, smirking up at him. He wanted to pick her up, let her wrap her legs around him, and kiss her until they forgot their names.
“Seems like you’re feeling a little sassy. I like seeing this side of you,” Gunner said.
Rachel followed his lead. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hold her and be in the moment.
“Since this is your first time at Nelson’s, I should probably warn you. The Nelson cousins are a tad wild. I’ve yet to be here that some type of excitement hasn’t happened,” Gunner said, breathing in the light, fresh fragrance Rachel wore.
“Umm, what type of excitement?” she asked.
“Usually someone doesn’t treat an employee or customer nicely and they boot them from the bar.It’s always interesting to see which brother wins on doing the honors,” Gunner said.
“I think I’m going to like this place,” Rachel said, leaning her head against his chest as the song segued into a slow song.
Feeling Rachel against him had him fighting his body’s response. Every time he placed a little space between them to try to regain control of his pulse-pounding dick, she shifted closer.
He glanced down at her face. Her lips were tilted up in a smirk.
“Are you teasing me on purpose? I’m trying to be a gentleman on the dance floor when every move you make is making me harder than steel,” Gunner whispered in her ear, enjoying her tremble at his words.
