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Brett was going to regret the day he’d first laid eyes on Cashea.
“Brett hasn’t contacted you?”
“No,” she snorted. She rolled her eyes and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. Even in the low light of the bar, her skin still glowed. “And I don’t expect him to. Between the tow, the tires, and the other thing Hal said I needed, my credit cards can’t take any more. Hence why I’m needing a second job. It’s only temporary, though, until Tess comes back from her maternity leave.”
Draven had half a mind to leave right then and there to go looking for the fucker. He was sure he could find out where he lived with a phone call.
“How’d you get here tonight?” he asked. He ran his hands along his jeans. All thoughts of food and drinks had disappeared.
She smiled and tilted her head to the side again. “Why, the two feet God blessed me with.” She giggled. She leaned against the counter and stared at him.
Draven’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of her laughter. Even with the music blaring, he heard her. She was fucking beautiful. How the hell could he avoid her? Had he messed up with her by just leaving without saying a damn word to her? He’djust woken up, dressed, and left. He had been a coward. “I had to work my other job before I came here, so it’s not a far walk. I need to get out and get some exercise.”
Draven remembered distinctly how curvy she was, and she didn’t need to lose a damn pound. He liked his women thick. He was a big man and needed a woman who could handle him.
And Cashea could.
That night hadn’t left his mind at all. He had to think of something else at the moment. Memories of sinking inside her kept replaying in his head. His jeans were getting too damn tight.
“So, what can I get you?” she continued on.
He cleared his throat and rattled off his order. She took note of it before pushing back from the counter. She tossed him another smile and grabbed a frosty mug. She went over to the tap and filled it with the cold brew.
She brought it back and set it down in front of him. “Enjoy the game. I’ll put your order in.”
Draven picked up the glass and took a sip of the beer. The Hen House always had the best beer on tap. He tried to focus on the game, but his concentration was shit. He couldn’t stop stealing glances over at Cashea. He watched her work the bar withgrace and beauty. If he wasn’t mistaken, she must have done this before. She had a way about her. Those smiles of hers were infectious. Draven peered around the bar and saw there were a few others eyeing her as she moved around.
Jealousy reared its head, but he had no right to be jealous. He’d had his one night with her. He took another hefty sip of his drink. He was a fucking fool. He could have at least had the decency to offer to take her out to dinner or something. A woman like her deserved to be spoiled by a good man.
Key word,goodman. That was something Draven was not. It was like taking a cold splash of water to his face and brought him back to reality. He couldn’t be what she needed. He exhaled slowly, thankful he’d come to his senses.
“Here you go, honey.” Cashea slid his plate in front of him.
That had been fast. He hadn’t even realized he’d been daydreaming so long. He glanced up and saw that the first quarter of the game had just ended. She placed a few extra napkins in front of his plate. He stared down and saw the chef had cooked his burger just the way he liked it. The fries were piping hot from the steam still rising from them.
“You need anything else?” she asked.
You,he wanted to stay, but his mouth remained closed. Her being near him was scrambling his brain. He was acting like a schoolboy with his first crush. But most schoolboys didn’t get to have their little slice of heaven between the woman of their dream’s legs.
“I’m good,” he muttered. He was going to have to be.
She walked over, snagged another frosty glass, and filled it up. She brought it over to him and placed it next to his almost empty one.
He gave her a nod. “Thanks.”
“Cashea, baby. I need a refill,” a voice called out from farther down the bar.
Draven’s head snapped around to see who would dare call her baby. His muscles grew tense. He gaze landed on a figure he recognized. Jacob Pierce, whose family owned a cattle ranch south of Ironhaven. Jacob was a good-looking guy and about the same age as Cashea. He was a stand-up guy, but Draven’s only problem with him was the use of the term ‘baby’ when speaking to Cashea.
“I’m coming, Jacob.” Cashea smiled. She tucked her hair behind one of her ears and turned to him again. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
And then she was ambling over to Jacob. Draven almost called her back to him. He didn’t want to see her walking over to some other man. Even though she was at work and doing her job, Draven didn’t like the fact that her attention was on someone else. Jacob was a good man from what Draven knew. Last he’d heard, Jacob was even single. Draven only knew that thanks to the gossip he’d overheard at the feed store the other day. What if Jacob asked Cashea out on a date and she accepted? There was nothing he could do about it. She didn’t belong to him.
Her hips swaying was hypnotic. Draven had to drag his eyes from those same hips he had gripped the other night. He blinked and focused on his food. He had to stop thinking about her. He snagged his first beer and finished it off. He was going to have to push her out of his head, and maybe tonight was a night where he may need a little help in doing it.
Chapter Nine
Cashea felt Draven’s eyes on her the entire night. After she’d served him his food, he hadn’t said another word to her. She kept his beer filled and all she got was a muttered word of gratitude, but that was it.
