Rock Hard Boss: A Single Dad, Boss Chef Romance

by Rye Hart

  “I understand. I’ll do my best to make sure I’m not away too long, but my family will understand. I appreciate it.” Without any small talk, I headed out of his office and across the room earning a few stares on the way. Anytime one of us had been with the chief it was like a kid coming out of the principal’s office. They were gauging your demeanor and if you’d gotten a swat on the wrist or praise. I didn’t know many of them well enough for them to ask, and the few I’d connected with had more to do than stand around at the station all day.

  I grabbed my keys and headed out to my car, prepping myself for the difficult conversations ahead with my girls. I’d have to break the news to mom and let her know I’d be gone for a while, and then I’d have to go pick up Livvy and break the news to her.

  Livvy would be excited for me to pick her up from school instead of my mom, but I’d have to spoil things with bad news. That was the worst part. My baby girl knew just how to get me to my core like no one else could. She was my weakness and my strength all at the same time. I’d have to find the right way to explain to her that this was the key to getting my new job, and while it would be hard for a while, the payoff would be better in the end.

  I drove across town to my mother’s house, and she was shocked to see me so early.

  “Don’t tell me someone already took a shot at you.” She’d had to hear that one too many times in the past and I couldn’t blame her for being a bit panicked from an early arrival. But early was better than late any day.

  “No, but it’s not good news. Not the worst, but well, let’s sit down and talk.” I walked in and took a seat across from her favorite chair. She had little lace doilies on each arm and a quilt she and Livvy had made with their handprints folded across the back.

  She lowered herself to the chair and took a deep breath. “You’re taking another undercover job aren’t you?”

  “I have no choice this time, Mom. I’ll be gone for at least a few weeks up to a few months. But I have good news. Chief assured me I’d have the low key desk job if I can pull this off. He didn’t have to sweeten the pot, but he knows my situation.”

  Her jaw stiffened as she looked away.

  “Yeah, so if this doesn’t kill you, you’ll have a better job. That’s not much of a comfort, son. After you took full custody from Rebecca, I was more than happy to take responsibility to help you raise Livvy. She needs a good influence in her life after that mother of hers neglected her. However, she needs you in her life now more than ever. Promise me this is the last time, and if you don’t get that promotion, you’ll find other work.”

  My mother had been a witness to everything that had taken place since Livvy was born, and was as happy as I was when I was finally granted full custody.

  Rebecca and I had separated one month after Livvy’s third birthday. She’d resented that I didn’t earn a good enough living for the lifestyle she desired. I’d done everything I could to make things work, for Livvy’s sake, but I eventually realized that working in the police force was where I belonged. I couldn’t change myself for anyone. Eventually Rebecca broke things off between us and she was granted custody of Livvy during the weekdays, leaving me two lousy days in the week. Those were the hardest couple of years of my life.

  Eventually Rebecca went from failed relationship to failed relationship, leaving Livvy in an unstable environment and leaving me at the end of my fucking wits. Time passed and there were incidents involving the police, due to Rebecca’s wild fights with her boyfriend at the time and one in particular when the police discovered cocaine in their home. It turned out Rebecca picked up the nasty habit from the asshole she was dating and they were both trying desperately to cover it up from the rest of the world. Her boyfriend went to jail for six months and I was granted full custody. I cursed myself for not realizing the truth and letting my baby girl live in that household.

  “I suppose you’re going to pick up Livvy today. Fair warning, it’s ice cream day. I promised her a parfait and a trip to the park.” Mom gave me the side eye.

  “I’m on it.” At least I’d have the buffer of ice cream day to help me through this one, and with any luck, my little girl would be so happy about that she wouldn’t worry about her old man.

  Yeah, that’s wishful thinking at its best.

  ***

  I hadn’t grown out my facial hair in years, but luckily in the week I had to prepare my look for the undercover work, I’d grown out a nice, even, short-trimmed beard. My hair was already a bit long on top, so I left it a little messier than usual, brushing it back away from my face with a little product to make it look a bit grungy. I didn’t want to look like a slob, but far from the buttoned-up man in uniform that I was for work. I stood back and brushed down my plaid shirt that I hadn’t bothered to iron.

  I could get used to this.

  I heard the shuffling of little feet on the hardwood, getting louder as she approached and a moment later Livvy leaned against the door jamb, her hand on her chin like she was forming a critical opinion of her old man’s new look.

  “You’re messy, Daddy, and your shirt’s wrinkled.” Her ponytail flopped to the side as she turned her head and looked down at my boots. “At least your boots are still shiny.”

  I glanced down and realized my boots were a bit newer looking than they should be, but they’d have to do.

  “Are you going to work, today?” She pushed past me and climbed up on the little stool I kept for her and then she held onto my arm as she turned and sat next to the sink. She grabbed her toothbrush and the tube of paste and smeared her brush as I thought of how many mornings I’d miss out on her routine. I’d gotten used to enjoying our time together each day after the custody battle. I couldn’t wait for the day when we could finally live a normal life together.

  “I told you I’ve got to go to work for a while. I won’t be able to come home, but Nana is going to take good care of you, and when I get back, I’ll have a lot more time for the two of us to hang out. While I’m away, we will have plenty of phone calls and face time sessions. I promise.”

  She spit in the sink and then rinsed her mouth. Then she climbed down as if she didn’t have anything to say. Just when I thought she was going to leave without saying goodbye, she took my hand and led me to the kitchen where mom waited cleaning up the breakfast dishes.

  “Will you take me to school?” My heart turned to stone as I looked into her big blue eyes. I hated to tell her no.

  I glanced up at my mother for help, and she walked over and grabbed her keys. “I’ve got to take you this morning, sweet pea. Daddy’s got to head out when we do, or he’s going to be late.”

  Livvy’s shoulders sagged as if the wind had been knocked out of her. “Fine.” She turned her feet in and swayed back and forth. “Give me my mooches, please. I want extra ones.” Her tone told me she was less than enthused.

  I knelt down and took her hands. “I need a big smile if you want your mooches.” We’d always called our kisses mooches instead of smooches, and I always planted them right on her dimples. She flashed a big, toothy grin as I assaulted her with sloppy kisses. She tried not to giggle, but I always got her on the last one, when I’d blow against her cheek and make a tooting noise.

  Her laughter was the best and it made it even harder to say goodbye, but I promised I’d call her and check on her and I already had my cover story in place for that.

  I headed out minutes after she’d gone and then I drove out to the motel room where I’d be staying. While driving, I thanked my lucky stars for my mother. She was the only person in the world I’d felt 150% comfortable with watching after my little girl.

  The room I had was clean and in a good location from the bar, not too close, and not too far away. If anyone found out where I was staying, it wouldn’t be a problem. I had a cover story in place for anything that came my way.

  I dropped my things by the room and checked the time. Assuming I found the place without any issues, I’d be there when expected.

 
I found The Starlight Bar, a larger than expected, quaint bar that looked like it was long overdue for a makeover. The large crescent moon sign that spelled out its name was surrounded by bright shining stars. I pulled up and parked next to an HVAC company van, noticing there was an old house next door to the right. I’d deducted that it was Lu’s home, which the chief informed me was next-door to the bar.

  As expected, I was on time with only three minutes to spare, so I hurried in and found an elderly woman waiting. She was about five three with a round face and white hair that she’d piled high on her head. She turned around when I walked in with a squeaking door.

  “You must be Cash. Come on in and take a seat.” She fanned her face and kicked out a chair as I approached. The air was thicker in the place, accentuating the smell of stale beer and cigarettes.

  “You must be Mrs. Jones.” I held out a hand, but she frowned.

  “Mrs. Jones was my mother, hon. I’m Lu.” She took my hand as I lowered myself down to the chair beside her and gave it a squeeze.

  “Good to meet you, Lu.”

  “What’s a pretty man like you doin’ wanting to work as a barkeep?” She looked down her nose, but she wasn’t being rude. She seemed to be sizing me up, or rather, checking me out. Her smile widened, and her brows wagged a little.

  This little lady sure is a firecracker.

  The heat flared in my cheeks, and I was a bit taken aback. I’d never been hit on by an old lady before, but she seemed like she was full of surprises. “I’m looking to get back on my feet after a failed relationship, so now I’m looking for a change of pace, a fresh start.” She nodded, so I kept talking. “I’ve been a bartender in the past, and actually worked as a bouncer too, so I’m used to the atmosphere and can diffuse any situation and mix any drink.”

  “You sound too good to be true. Let me show you around and introduce you to my granddaughter. She’s in the back. We’ve got a little test we’d like you to take to make sure you know your stuff.”

  Lu then stood up but only took one step when she suddenly grabbed for the table and hit the floor.

  I immediately transitioned to alert mood, without any hesitation. Years of training on the force made it easy for me to take action when needed. I rushed around and knelt by her side, checking her for any injuries she might have gotten on the way down. She was only out a moment, but as she came to, I had already checked her vitals and was feeling for her pulse. “Hey, a little help out here!” I yelled across the room remembering she’d said her granddaughter was in the back.

  I turned my attention back to Lu who was blinking slowly and trying to sit up. “Just lie back,” I said, keeping a hand on her shoulder. I heard footsteps and looked up, and my breath hitched, my words sticking in my throat as time stood still. That very moment, I saw the hottest girl I’d laid my eyes on as she rushed toward us.

  Have MERCY…

  Was Lu’s idea of a test to see if I could manage a second around her granddaughter? It was a wonder how a girl like her even survived working in a bar filled with drunken lonely men.

  Her hair was the darkest chestnut, rich and thick, long enough to accentuate the perfect curves of her body as she dropped down beside us. Her wide, incredible blue eyes met mine with so much concern, they sparkled with tears. They were so icy blue they didn’t seem real.

  “Lu! What happened?” She took the woman’s hand, and Lu waved her back, her voice slurring as she tried to calm the girl.

  “It’s probably just my blood sugar again.”

  “It’s most likely your blood pressure dropping from standing too quickly. It can make you a little light headed,” I told her.

  I tried to stay focused on Lu, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the girl.

  “This is my granddaughter, Starla. Starla, this is Cash, our new bartender.” Lu closed her eyes and took deep, deliberate breaths and tried to sit up.

  “Take it easy, Lu. Should I call an ambulance?” Starla then focused her eyes on mine, as if I knew what to do next.

  “I don’t know if she needs an ambulance, but I’d still take her into the doctor and have her checked out,” I said.

  “Do you think you can get her to the truck?”

  Quite honestly sweetheart, I’d do anything you damn well ask me.

  “I don’t need to go to the hospital. I need to go home and lie down, and I need this damned air conditioner fixed by opening tomorrow.” Lu was finally able to sit up. Both Starla and I helped her to her feet.

  We carried her out, and I helped her into an old truck that had to have been a mean machine in its day. She lifted her hand and placed it on my cheek. “Be here tonight when we open.”

  I glanced around to see Starla explaining to the AC repairman what was going on as Lu settled back against the seat. “So that’s it? I’ve got the job? Do you still need me to take that bartending test?” I waited until she pulled her feet in and shut the door to the beat up old truck.

  “No need. You’re strong and quick on your feet, and that’s good enough for me at the moment.”

  Starla had caught the end of our conversation as she climbed in the driver’s seat. “We open at five. I hope that’s not too early for you to be back.”

  Her voice was as sexy as she was, if that was even possible. I nodded, totally lost in thoughts of how I’d like to taste her.

  “I’ll be here,” I said as she threw the car in reverse.

  With bells on.

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  I went in to lay down the law - but all I can think about is handcuffing her to my bed and serving her my own kind of justice.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  EMMA

  “I can't believe mom and dad are letting you come back,” my sister Riley said.

  She spoke without even looking up from her iPad as I walked into the living room, where she was sitting in her usual spot on the couch.

  “I can,” I said. “I was always their favorite.”

  “You should be in college,” Riley said with a sigh. “Or somewhere else wasting your life.”

  “You should have some friends,” I retorted.

  She rolled her eyes at me. “I do have friends,” she said. “At least all mine aren't away at college still. You know, where you should be?”

  “You know I'm choosing to take time off, right?” I said, plopping down on the loveseat across from her. “It's not like I was kicked out or anything.”

  “You should have stayed gone,” she said.

  “You're just jealous because I'm moving into the family room, and you wanted that to be your room,” I said. “You always wanted it, and now, it's all mine.”

  “It should have been my room,” she said, meeting my gaze for the first time.

  Riley was two years younger than me and a senior in high school, but for whatever reason, most people assumed we were twins. We b
oth looked like our mother, with our blonde hair and blue eyes. Typical Southern California girls, you might say. Riley was taller, thinner and less curvy than I was – she kept in shape by running track at her school.

  She'd been approached to model, and she'd dabbled in it a time or two. On the other side of that coin though, was me. I was too short to model, standing at only five foot four, and was too curvy in the hips and bust. Secretly, I'd always been jealous of her for being tall and lean – the kind of girl that caught the eye of modeling agencies.

  But I was pleased to note, that for the first time in my life, she was jealous of me. Jealous, because I got to live in the basement apartment. It had once been the family room when we all lived together, but it rarely got used anymore.

  “You're just jealous because you can't sneak boys in anymore,” I said.

  My mother came into the room, carrying a basket of my clothes. She looked pretty young for her age; more like a slightly older version of my sister and me.

  “We still need to paint down there,” she said. “We didn't expect anyone moving in so soon.”

  That just annoyed Riley even more. She sighed dramatically and left the room in a huff.

  “What's wrong with her?” dad asked, following my mom in from outside.

  “She's just mad that I'm getting the basement,” I said.

  “Ahhh,” my dad said, pushing his glasses up higher on his face. He was carrying a box of my stuff in from the car too. “I never really wanted her to have it in the first place. I was always afraid she might sneak her boyfriend in.”