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“But that’s not fair. He was just coming to my aid. It was that other guy who was the asshole. He should pay.”
Was she . . . sticking up for him?
Damn. He was getting hard. Not exactly the time or place.
Devon sighed, nodding. “You’re right. Those assholes aren’t welcome back here. No one is in trouble or has to pay for the damages. Okay?”
Lilac gave Devon a relieved smile. Tanner hated that she’d been worrying about this.
“Baby, you need a break.” He brushed some of her red hair behind her ear.
“I just got here. I can’t take a break.” She gave him an exasperated look and turned away.
Reaching out, he lifted her onto his lap. “I don’t care how long you’ve been at work, if you need a rest, you take it. Understand me?”
He kissed the side of her neck, feeling a tremble run through her before he placed her on the floor again.
Devon gave him a nod of approval. Not that he needed it. But he was glad they were both on the same page when it came to her health.
The other man walked away.
“You got me all hot and bothered standing up for me like that.”
“What? You’re kidding.”
“Nope. I’m not. Now I’m going to have to sit here with a hard-on for the rest of the night. Do you feel sorry for me?”
“No.” She slapped his chest. “You’re terrible.”
But he noticed a smile on her face as she turned away to go back to work.
He resumed watching her and glowering at anyone who dared to even look at her for longer than a few seconds.
Nothing was happening to her on his watch.
Devon walked out, carrying a bowl of fries and chicken bites, which he placed on the bar beside him. He frowned. Who were those for? No one had been sitting there all night.
“Lilac!” he called out. She glanced over and he pointed to the food. “Break.”
Tanner’s eyebrows rose.
“I’m fine,” she replied.
“Sit. Eat.” Devon shot him a look, then disappeared down the other end of the bar.
Lilac turned away as though she was going to walk off. But Tanner grabbed her, lifting her onto the stool.
“Hey! I’m working. You can’t come sit here if you’re just going to manhandle me.”
“Manhandle you? Hmm, I do like the sound of that.” He leaned in close to her. “Eat your dinner, baby.”
“I already had dinner.”
“Um, if you’re talking about that pizza, then no, you didn’t. But if you don’t want to eat this, I’d be happy to get you something else.”
“W-what?” She turned to stare at him in shock.
“If you don’t want to eat this, I’ll go get you whatever you want,” he repeated. “What would you rather have? A burger? Some fruit? Salad? I don’t actually know your favorite food.” He frowned. That wasn’t really good enough, was it? He had to do better.
