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His body pressed into her, her back melding to the cool brick wall. It was fire and ice, heaven and hell, and she didn’t want it to end. She grabbed his t-shirt, holding him close, absorbing every sensation flooding her body.
He kissed a trail from the corner of her mouth down her neck and back. The stubble on his face left tracks of passion. She didn’t care. Tonight, when she was in her bed, all she would be thinking about was this kiss.
A giggle broke the cloud that surrounded them. “Don’t mind me. Continue just as you were.” Olivia didn’t need to turn to know whose voice that was—Jean Kelly, owner of The Book Nook.
Olivia dropped her head to Shane’s shoulder, embarrassed heat prickling her neck and cheeks. Shane held her, and Olivia felt his arm raise in a wave.
“Have a good day, you love birds,” Jean said, and Olivia covered her face with her hands.
“Is she gone?” Olivia asked a few seconds later.
“She’s gone.” Shane’s warm breath caressed her ear. “So… what do you want to name our twins?”
***
The first day at the new job wasn’t as easy as Olivia expected She silently cursed herself for wearing heels. If she knew she’d be running back and forth to the kitchen in a never-ending rotation, she would have worn running sneakers. She’d had more of a workout running food and drinks than she ever had on her trips to the gym with her trainer.
Taco Tuesday was McConnell’s Pub’s most busy day of the week, and Olivia understood why Connor barely even asked her any questions before offering her the job. She dropped off a round of margaritas, wiped down a table, picked up a check, and brought it over to Shane.
He took the credit card from her, his hand lingering on hers for a moment before he pulled away. “How’s it going?” he asked as swiped the card through the machine.
She looked down at her feet. “Sneakers from here on out.”
“Do you own sneakers?”
She grabbed her chest in mock offense. “Yes, I own sneakers.”
He held his hands up, and amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth. Her eyes hung on the movement for a moment, remembering the things that mouth was capable of. Liquid heat moved through her veins at the memory of her body up against the wall as he pressed into her.
“I’ve only seen you in heels.” Shane’s eyebrow cocked and she shook the steamy memories from her mind, refocusing on the present.
“What’s wrong with my heels?”
“Nothing. I think they’re sexy as hell.” He tore the receipt from the credit card machine and handed it to her.
Her lip quirked at the compliment, and she resisted the urge to lean across the bar and kiss him. She held the receipt up and spun on her heel, giving a little extra sway in her step. She looked over her shoulder, catching Shane’s eyes on her.
Her phone buzzed for the millionth time, and she sighed. Daniel had been blowing her phone up since the second half of her shift. It amazed her. While they were together, he didn’t have enough time to check in with her, yet now that he wanted something, he had all the time in the world.
She silenced her phone, shoved it into the pocket of her apron, and moved on to her next table. As she took the order, the sound of the door opening drew her attention. She closed her eyes and sighed when she spotted her parents strolling in, perplexed looks on their faces as they scanned the pub.
Dad spotted her first. “There she is!” he announced loud enough that everyone in the crowded pub turned and looked at her.
“Isn’t that your dad?” the snarky teenager whose order she was taking asked, even though he knew damn well it was.
“Aren’t you too old to have Mommy and Daddy checking in on you?” The question followed with muffled laughter as his friends joined him.
Olivia didn’t even bat an eye. Instead, she tapped her order pad with her pen. “Watch it Benny. Or I’ll tell your dad you were the one who stole Mrs. Harrison’s yard gnome.”
Benny’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.” His head fell, smirk wiped clean off his face. Checkmate.
She turned from the table just as her parents approached. Mom’s dark brown eyes glistened beneath her thick bangs. “How’s your first day?” Mom asked, an unspoken apology in her gaze.
“We thought we’d come and surprise you,” Dad said. “Have dinner.”
“I told him we should stay away and leave you be, but he insisted.” Now Olivia understood the apologetic look. Dad was nosy, couldn’t help himself, and she was sure her parents argued about it until Dad grabbed the keys and insisted they go.
