Sam he said hi.”
“A name dropper?” I ask as I reach through the window for the burger and fries plate. “That’s kind of tacky.”
“Tacky is him not taking one look at my tits. Didn’t realize men like him even existed.”
I chuckle, knowing full well Flynn likes tits. Or maybe he just likes mine. He may have ignored them that first day, but there were times after that I caught him glancing when he didn’t think I was looking. Hell, he couldn’t keep his hands and mouth off of them when we made lo—
I clear my throat, scooping up the plate and walking away.
I work through my entire shift without saying a word to him. I didn’t even look in his direction when I dropped off a glass of ice water at his table. He didn’t ask for it, but I knew the man had to be thirsty. I hope he knows it’s the only apology I’m going to give for kicking him in the balls two nights ago.
Macy ends up being the one to shuffle him out the front door when it’s time to close up and count out. Surprisingly, he didn’t give her a hard time, but it made me a little sad watching his back disappear out the door as I watched through the tiny window in the kitchen.
Closing the pub down is easier now that I know the routine, but my blood is pumping wildly as I hand over the cash from my sales to Samuel at the end of the night.
“So, Flynn Coleman, huh?”
He doesn’t bother looking up from the money in his hands as he checks my math. At first, I was offended when he did this in front of me, but I realized very quickly that he does it with every waitress at the end of their shift.
“Who?” The question comes out as a squeak, but I don’t think he’d believe me if I managed it without the upward inflection either.
He sat down for over half an hour chatting with Flynn, and when he finally stood up to go back to his office, he didn’t say a word to me about the man not having a plate of food or a beer in front of him. I’m going to be humiliated if I find out Flynn laid all of our business at my boss’s feet.
Sam chuckles before handing me back a couple of bills. “Seems your head isn’t in it today. You’re over by thirty-seven bucks.”
“Really?” I mean, I’m not surprised. That insufferable man was here all day distracting me, but I shove the mistake deep into my pocket, grateful for the money even though it wouldn’t have made me bat an eyelash less than a month ago.
“See you tomorrow?”
“You got it, boss.”
Sam follows me to the front of the pub, unlocking the door for me and holding it open as I walk through.
“Goodnight, Remington.”
“Good—” I freeze in my tracks finding Flynn leaning up against a dark truck right in front of me. “N-night.”
Sam laughs before stepping back inside and locking the door at my back.
I ignore his smile. Ignore the way the moon makes his silky hair shine. I don’t even acknowledge the playfulness dripping from his gorgeous blue eyes.
I turn and walk back to my hotel, walking a little faster to test his own speed when I recognize his footsteps behind me. He speeds up. When I slow down, so does he, keeping a mere few feet of distance between us. He doesn’t reach for me or thrust me against the wall to wrap me in his arms or his scent. He’s not close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, but that doesn’t stop the goosebumps from forming on my arms either.
When I slow down to a crawl, he lines up beside me, eyes straight ahead with a gentle maddening smile teasing his full lips.
His hand brushes mine twice, but the contact is so brief, I don’t know if it was intentional or not.
By the time we make it to the front of my hotel, my breathing has changed. I’m turned on and bordering on livid. I want to hate him, but neither my mind nor my body will get onboard with those emotions.
Thinking he’s going to let me walk inside without a word or single touch, I nearly collapse when his arms encircle around my waist, fingers splayed on my lower body.
“I see you, Remington Blair, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He releases me just as fast