She let out a loud whistle.
Beau and whoever this man was, looked good together. Holy shit, was Beau gay? Had I been flirting with a gay man this entire time?
“Goddamn, I thought you and Beau were on fire. This man and Beau are just as hot.” Sandy fanned herself.
They were stunning together. If I wasn’t feeling ashamed, I would have appreciated them a little more, but I couldn’t. I grabbed the drinks that were ready, taking them to the right table, willing myself not to look again. The crowd cheered and I hoped that Beau was done with his show, but also, how the hell was I going to face him again? My mind was too preoccupied when I walked up to the bar, not noticing Beau was there with…What the fuck?
“Nash, what the hell are you doing here?!” I yelled.
His head snapped around as recognition hit him as he looked me up and down. His blatant perusal of me made me blush and with Beau so close to us, I realized Nash was the one who had ridden the bull with Beau.
“Well, hello there, Wifey,” he smirked.
“Nash, again, what the fuck?” I said, panic-looking around, wondering if anyone heard.
Beau was the only one paying attention to us with his brows raised in surprise.
“You afraid someone heard me?” Nash narrowed his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I ignored his question.
“Well, what do you expect? You aren’t answering my calls, woman,” he snapped.
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” I rolled my eyes.
“Look, I just need?—”
“I’m working, Nash. Whatever you need can wait,” I said, watching Joe walk toward us.
“Ivy, give me five minutes,” he said, grabbing my wrist.
“I have to get back to work,” I said, pulling away, but he didn’t let go.
“Poppy, please,” he pleaded.
“Nash, let go,” I said, pulling my wrist.
Beau stepped forward just as Nash let go. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Will you answer your phone?”
I nodded, turning to walk away when I caught Beau’s expression. He looked worried, but I was too embarrassed to say anything. The rest of the night, I worked quietly and efficiently dodging any moment alone with Beau. Thankfully, they let him go before closing, letting me breathe a little easier.
I had never been more thankful to close with Sandy, Debbie and Joe. It was three-thirty by the time we locked up. The cool evening felt amazing after feeling hot and anxious for the last few hours. I waved goodbye to Sandy as we walked to opposite ends of the parking lot. My truck was still next to a car as I cautiously walked up, grabbing my can of mace, cause you never knew what weirdos were hiding in the shadows.
“Beau?” I leaned down to see him lying back in his driver’s seat.
“Oh, hey.” He sat up quickly, pushing a pair of square black rimmed glasses up his nose.
He opened the door, getting out and stretching like a cat. I didn’t know what to make of the sexy glasses and his sleepy look. “Uh, what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to make sure your husband didn’t mess with you,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say. “Nash is harmless.”
“He seemed desperate to talk to you, and I didn’t like how he held your arm,” he said, looking me over.
“Nash and I are married because I thought that this was the only way to save the farm my parents used to own before they passed away.” I leaned against my truck. “It’s a long story, but he really is harmless. He needs something from me, and I don’t want to make it easy for him. He hasn’t made it easy for me since we got married. Hell, I haven’t seen the man since last October.”
“That’s…I guess then…” Beau looked confused.
