Roni is happy being single and independent. After an ex used her name to run up thousands in debt, every dime she earns pouring drinks goes toward paying off the money she owes. She definitely doesn’t have time for the bouncer at the bar. No matter how hot he is or how much she adores his daughter.
Nate’s been burned before. Starting a family and settling down is all he ever wanted, but here he is, a single dad to a little girl and working as a bouncer. No matter how hard he tries to get her attention, the gorgeous spunky woman behind the bar keeps avoiding his gaze.
Can Roni and Nate get past their own stubbornness to find love, or will the past leave them drinking alone?
“Nate?” I play stupid. She arches a brow and I give up, “No. Nate’s the best. I just have a little crush and he helped me out this morning. I read signals wrong. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”
“A crush?” The deep baritone voice behind me makes my spine straighten and my breathing stops. I turn to find a smirking Nate, hazel eyes glinting, and a wolfish grin on his face. Kat giggles and I glare at her.
“Yeah. I had a little crush. It’s no big deal. Did you need something?” I cross my arms, staring him down.
“I just came for a water bottle.” He points at the mini fridge we keep waters in. I stoop to grab him a water and by the time I turn back around, he’s gone. Kat points at the door and I throw my head back, groaning. I grab a second water and leave the bar to go deliver it to the complicated man outside. I get a whistle as I pass and turn to wink at the cat caller. Some women hate that shit, and if I was walking down the street, the guy would have gotten the middle finger and a piece of my mind. At work, I eat it up. I get better tips, and what girl doesn’t want to feel sexy? I open the door and a group passes by me. I step out and offer the waters, don’t make eye contact, and start to go back in.
A huge hand wraps around my arm and I stop. “What?” I snap.
“A little crush?” His breath hits my ear and a shiver runs down my spine. How does he do this to me? “Is that what it is?”
“Yeah. Let me go.” I don’t make an effort to get away.
“Look at me.” His tone leaves no room for argument, so I look at him. “I’m not sure what I did to piss you off, but I’m sorry. If you wanna talk it out, let me take you home tonight.” He releases my arm
“I’ll think about it.” I grab the handle, pull the door, and go back in to work, trying to let go of whatever weirdness it is I have going on. It’s like one second, I want him so bad I can’t breathe, and the next, I wanna murder him. My rational brain knows it’s me keeping him at a distance so he can’t hurt me in the long run, but it makes me feel crazy. Like I have emotional whiplash.
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