by Levine, Nina
“So, when do you think you’ll get back out there and date again?”
“I haven’t contemplated dating because that’s a whole new world for not only me but for Sean, too. And it wouldn’t have been fair to whomever I dated. Waiting around for a guy to sort out his relationship with his wife would hardly be something a woman would rate on her bucket list.” I pause for a moment and meet his gaze. “I’ve started seeing Callie.”
He whistles low and hits me with a smile. “It’s about time you two got it together.”
“Well, she wants to stay just friends until I’ve got the divorce happening, so we’re taking it slow for a while.”
“She’s gonna give you some hell, big brother,” he says with a grin. At my frown, he adds, “You have to admit you two set each other off sometimes. She’s always arguing with you.”
“Well, we’ve had one date, and she didn’t argue with me once. I think we’ve moved past that.”
He laughs. “You’re kidding yourself. Women don’t change that easily.” Pulling his wallet out, he says, “I’ll put fifty down on that.”
“You’re on.” This will be the easiest money I’ve ever taken from him.
Four hours later, I’m at least four customers deep at the bar when Callie arrives. She catches my eye as she waits her turn to be served. When she finally makes it to me, she leans across the bar and plants a kiss on my lips. Raising my brows, I say, “We’re not just friends anymore?” If she says yes, I’ll find someone to cover my shift for the rest of the night. I wouldn’t even care if it was someone who didn’t know what the hell they were doing.
“We are, but I’ve been dreaming of doing that all day.” She shrugs. “It’s Friday, time to let my hair down.”
“We could make every day, Friday.”
“There’d be no fun in that, nothing to look forward to all week.”
“I could make it worth your while.”
She gestures towards the alcohol behind me. “Make me a vodka, Luke, before I screw up and make a decision I’ll regret. You are too damn sexy to be saying shit like that to me.”
I chuckle and make her a drink. As I pass it to her, an argument breaks out between a woman and a group of men in the bar. Turning to Avery, I yell over the noise of the crowd, “You be right if I go take care of that?”
She nods. “Yeah, we’ve got this.”
I tap the counter in front of Callie to get her attention. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.” The last thing I need is for her to get involved, and this would be something she’d take on. Guys harassing a female is right up her alley of battles to fight for the good of the world.
By the time I push my way through the crowd, the woman is cowering in the corner while one of the men abuses her verbally. His hand keeps clenching, and I figure he’s close to using that fist.
When none of his friends step in, I reach for his shoulder, yank him back and swing him around. “That’s enough, mate. You need to leave now.”
His dark eyes bore into me, and he moves in my direction. “I’m not your fucking mate, asshole. Back the fuck off and leave me and my woman to sort our shit out by ourselves.”
I square my shoulders. “I may not be your mate, but I’m the owner of this bar, and when I tell someone to leave, I mean it.” My chest tightens with anger. I have zero patience for men who treat women this way.
He glares at me for a long moment, and his woman attempts to escape while his attention is diverted. He’s too fast for her, though, and his arm snaps out, and he catches her by the wrist. Pulling her back to him, he snarls, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, bitch?”
“Johnny…” She hardly gets his name out in between her sobs. “Please don’t do this. I’ll be good, I promise.”
His murderous gaze falls on her, and he lets her wrist go, only to grasp her further up her arm. He squeezes her and spits out, “Too right you’ll be fucking good. I’ll make sure of it.”
I’ve seen enough. Stepping into the small space between them, I try to move him away. However, he clenches his fist and punches me in the gut. I knew it was coming, though, and respond by returning the punch. He stumbles back, but quickly recovers, coming towards me. I block his fist and manage to punch him hard on the cheek.
His woman screams as he goes down and I watch as she moves to help him.
Jesus, she’s gotta be kidding. But I’ve seen it over and over in here—women begging assholes for attention—so I shouldn’t be surprised.
My security guy joins me, and I motion for him to help me remove the asshole from the bar. Ten minutes later, the situation is dealt with, and I make my way back to where Callie is waiting for me.
“That looked nasty,” she says as she hands me her empty glass.
“Stay away from those guys, okay?” I’ve only kicked one out. The rest of his friends seem to have settled down, but I don’t want her going anywhere near them.
The frustrated look she often gives me—the one I haven’t seen in days—returns. “I wasn’t planning on waltzing over there and interrupting their little party, Luke.”
I pass her the drink I’ve just made, ignoring the attitude in her voice. “Good.”
A few moments pass between us and then she says, “You should go and look after your customers.” The attitude has disappeared. Soft Callie is back.
“Are you gonna stick around?”
She hits me with a smile that wipes away the stress of my day. I could get used to that smile. “Yeah, I’m hoping to monopolise some of your time later.”
“As soon as these customers are served, I’m all yours.”
She nods towards an empty table and says, “I’ll be over there.” She then gives me a cheeky grin and laces her words with sarcasm when she adds, “I won’t be anywhere near those men.”
I jerk my chin at her. “Smartass.”
Her laughter as she leaves reaches my ears, and my gut tightens. Fuck, I want that woman.
8
Callie
Luke’s bar is so damn busy tonight that I’m not sure I’ll have the opportunity to spend any alone time with him. That thought feels like an ache I desperately need to soothe. It’s been two days since he took me on our first date and I haven’t seen him during that time. He’s been busy working and with his son while I managed to pick up some shifts at the café. I also had a job interview at the local paper today, at a time he’d wanted me to come over. My fingers are crossed for this job because it would mean full-time work and job stability.
I finish my drink and head to the bathroom. As I walk past the mirror, I almost die of mortification. My hair looks like a bird's nest.
Luke saw me like this?
The wind clearly decided my hair was too perfect when I left home tonight. I will stab Avery with a very sharp object the next time I see her. She saw me at the bar while Luke was talking to me. Epic fail on best-friend duties.
“Do you have twenty dollars I could borrow?”
I turn to see who’s asking me this and quickly forget all thoughts of my appearance when I find a petite woman with the most haunted look in her eyes that I think I’ve ever seen, staring at me. Desperate. If I had to describe her in one word, that would be it.
Without hesitation, I nod and reach into my purse to pull out twenty dollars. Money I can’t afford to give away, but nothing in this world would stop me from helping this woman. Something tells me she needs this money more than I do right at the moment.
As I’m passing it to her, the bathroom door opens, and a tall, stocky man enters. His large calloused hand reaches in between us, ripping it out of her hands. “Johnny is waiting out the front for you.” His loud voice booms into the air surrounding us as I stare into some of the meanest eyes I’ve ever come across in my life.
The woman blanches. “I’m not going home with him tonight.” She cowers in front of the man as he bears down on her.
Stepping closer to the woman and putting my arm across her to push her behind me, I
say, “You need to leave right now.” I meet his angry gaze and don’t falter. No way am I letting him force this woman into doing something she doesn’t want to do.
He bends his face to mine, and his nostrils flare. “And you need to stay the fuck out of something that doesn’t concern you,” he barks, but I’m not that easily intimidated.
I stand straight and cross my arms over my chest. “I’m not staying the fuck out of anything.”
He reaches for my wrist and takes hold. After pushing me to the side, his other hand slides around the woman’s neck, and he pulls her out of the bathroom before I recover from landing on my ass on the bathroom floor.
Oh, no you don’t, asshole!
I follow them out into the bar and trail them as the guy drags the woman towards the front door.
“Hey, you!” I yell, trying to draw attention to us. “You can’t do that!”
People turn to stare, but no one is able to slow the man down as he ploughs through the crowd. I pick up my pace and lunge at him in an effort to grab hold. And I succeed. My hand connects with his forearm, and I grip him hard. Wrenching with as much force as I can muster, I manage to slow him down enough to come face-to-face with him again.
He snarls down into my face. “Bitch, I recommend you back the hell off. None of this is your concern.”
A deep voice cuts through the air. “No, but it’s my concern.” That voice whooshes through me, because not only is it commanding, it’s angry. And so controlled that it actually frightens me.
Luke.
I look around at the same time as he moves to put space between the asshole and me. Our eyes connect and his flash a warning.
“Move back,” he orders and I flinch at his tone. If I thought I’d met bossy Luke before, I was wrong. This is bossy Luke.
I do as he says and then watch as he manhandles the asshole all the way to the front door. His movements are effortless, and I’m stunned at the dominance he wields. I’m also struck by the realisation that under that cool exterior of his, lies a man who is very capable of protecting his own. I’ve never seen such control on a person. Luke is angry, and while that is obvious, he is clearly reining that anger in.
After he rids his bar of trash, organises a cab for the woman, and has a short conversation with his security guy, he turns and stalks my way. His gaze does not let mine go. When he reaches me, he grips my hand and leads me to his back office. He’s walking so fast that I almost stumble in my haste to keep up with him.
He closes the door behind us once we reach his destination and then watches me for a moment, his breathing hard. “I told you to stay away from those guys, Callie,” he clips, his eyes still flashing anger.
I take a deep breath, annoyed at the way he’s speaking to me. “I did, but he came into the bathroom where I was talking to that woman. I could hardly ignore the situation. She was scared out of her wits.”
“You could have come and gotten me to help.”
“There wasn’t time, Luke.”
“There was plenty of time.” He doesn’t give me an inch, and it pisses me off even more.
“Will you listen to yourself? You’re being ridiculous now. No harm was done, and we all survived, so this conversation is pointless.”
His eyes flare. “This conversation is not pointless. While you’re in my bar, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe. I knew those guys were a problem, that’s why I told you to steer clear.” Now, he’s just being obstinate.
“I understand that. Can you understand where I’m coming from? I didn’t go looking to get involved in their drama. I was just reacting to what was in front of me.”
He stares at me for a long beat. And then he shoves his fingers through his hair and mutters something under his breath. His control snaps a little when he says, “Jesus, why do you have to argue with me over this? I’m just trying to make sure you’re safe.”
“And I’m just trying to point out that you’re taking it too far. I appreciate your concern and that you look out for me, but there’s no need to go all dictatorial on me.”
He holds my gaze as he blows out a long breath, his fight gone. “Maybe I just want the opportunity to take care of you from here on out,” he says, his voice gruff.
Oh. My.
My annoyance with him suddenly turns into something else completely. I’ve never had a man say anything like that to me before, and it makes my heart all mushy.
Moving into my space, he slides his hand around my waist. His eyes search mine before he says, “I need to know you’re okay, Callie. For me to do that, I’m going to need you to let me take charge sometimes. Are you good with that?”
His face is so close—so close I could stand on my tiptoes and kiss him—and that proximity is fucking with my mind. I can’t think straight when he does this. While my inner feminist wants to tell him there’s no way in hell I’m conceding control ever, my inner princess wants nothing more than to be swept off her feet by a knight in shining armour. I mean, what woman doesn’t want that at some point in her life?
He only said sometimes.
You could totally take charge all the other times.
Yeah, like Luke’s really going to let that happen.
My princess wins.
She and I are going to be having words later.
I nod. “I’m good with that.”
He holds my gaze and doesn’t let me go. “Good.”
And just like that, Luke steals another little piece of my heart—the piece that totally wants a man to protect her and take charge when needed.
The piece I never knew was in there.
9
Luke
“Do you want a drink?” Callie asks as she peers inside her fridge.
I spend a moment admiring her ass while she bends at the waist to search a lower shelf. This friends routine she insisted on is causing me some physical pain, but if it means I get to spend time with her, I’ll happily do it forever.
Her head whips around to look at me and she catches me staring. I grin. “Have you got a drink on the very bottom shelf there?”
Shaking her head at me in mock exasperation, she says, “Do I seem like the kind of woman who knows what’s in her fridge at any given moment?”
“I refuse to answer that question.” I’m not getting on her bad side this early in the night.
“Good decision, buddy. Now, I have water, coke, beer or vodka.”
“Since when do you drink beer?”
“I don’t.”
I consider that for a moment. “Fat Yak?”
She smiles. “Of course.”
Jesus. She’s bought my favourite beer. “Beer it is then.”
She passes me a Fat Yak and grabs a Vodka Cruiser for herself. Closing the fridge, she turns and walks to where I’m standing in her tiny kitchen. Callie’s apartment is small and cluttered. Her decorating style is the complete opposite of mine. Walls are filled with paintings, photos, and quote prints. Shelves are stacked with books and ornaments. But as different as her place is to mine, this space that is all hers feels homely and welcoming. It’s Callie all over—just like she’d draw a new friend in for a hug, her home envelopes you and encourages you to open up to her.
I’ve been looking forward to this night for days. I couldn’t give a fuck about the roast she’s promised me; I’m here only for her. Having her stand so close to me is dangerous, though. When she lifts up onto her tiptoes to brush a kiss across my lips, a shudder of need consumes me.
“Sorry,” she murmurs. “I know I shouldn’t have done that, but I’m all sorts of distracted by having you in my kitchen.
I don’t touch her. I refuse to snake my hand around her waist even though it’s begging me to. Pinning my gaze to hers, I rasp, “If you do that again, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”
Heat flares in her eyes. She takes a step back. It’s the quick flick of her tongue over her lips that anchors my attention and causes me to stumble a little more.
I’m no
t sure how long we linger in this moment together.
Watching.
Longing.
Fighting the unyielding pull to each other.
It’s not until she speaks that we drift from it. “Did you bring me something?”
I blink. When I realise her gaze is focused on the bag I placed on her table, I nod. “Yeah. I found it online a little while ago and knew you’d like it.” I’ve had it sitting at my house for a month, before anything ever happened between us. I’ve spent that month trying to figure out whether to give it to her or not.
Her eyes glitter with excitement as I pass it to her. “Luke, I freaking love presents! Thank you.” Her joy hits me in the gut. It’s been too long since I’ve seen this kind of happiness. Hell, it’s been too long since I’ve had a woman thank me for anything.
She rips into the present, and the glittering excitement in her eyes quickly turns to a bulge. “Oh, my God… Oh-my-freaking-God!” Her face angles up, and she stares at me in shock. “How did you know?”
“I pay attention.”
“Ron Pope is one of my favourite singers.” She holds the signed vinyl album up. “This is amazing. I didn’t even know he sold them signed.”
I shrug. “It’s amazing what people do when asked.”
Her eyes bulge a little more. “You contacted him and asked him to do this?”
“Yes. He’s a great guy.”
Her breathing picks up, and she appears to be at a loss for words, which is out of character. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received. Which means you are in danger of having my lips on yours again. And that means I am in danger of the consequences. And that means we are both screwed. So, you need to go into the lounge room right now and give me a minute to get a handle on this.”
Fuck. This could go south very quickly. Not that it would be south for me, but Callie’s made her position on this relationship clear, and I’m fighting to honour that decision. “You want me to put the album on?” She’s one of the only people I know who still has a record player. Vinyl is a love we both share.
