I could feel eyes following us and my cheeks began to burn. “Keep your voice down,” I bit out. I didn’t need my brothers overhearing the town talking about Logan and me before I had a chance to speak with them.
She ignored me and smiled like I’d just given her a present. “Please tell me he was good. It would be disappointing if a man who looked like Logan performed poorly in bed.”
Jamie and I didn’t have secrets. She knew I’d been holding out for the right guy, just like I knew she was too. She flirted like nobody’s business, got asked out almost daily by customers, but she’d never slept with anyone either. Watching her confidence with men, you’d think she had loads of experience, but she didn’t. Her mother had gotten pregnant with her at seventeen and struggled to raise Jamie as a single mother, so she’d vowed the moment she understood how babies were made, she would wait.
I couldn’t help my lips twitching at the hopeful look on her face. Normally I would have said nothing, but this was Jamie. We’d shared everything since we were little. I wouldn’t lie to her now. “He’s amazing. Better than any of my fantasies.”
Jamie’s eyes twinkled as she looked over my shoulder. “Well, that’s good to know.”
A warm body pressed up against me seconds later and closed my eyes. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”
“Yep.” She popped the P and laughed, then headed for the exit, shouting over her shoulder as she went, “See you after the game. Tell Jake to throw a touchdown for me.”
Instead of turning to confront Logan, I leaned back into his body and rested my head on his shoulder. “Go ahead and gloat.”
He didn’t say anything at first, just moved my hair until my neck was bare so he could place a soft kiss below my ear. Then he whispered, in that deep rumbling voice that did things to my insides, “It’s not gloating, if it’s true.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Yep.” He popped the P like Jamie had. I laughed in spite of my embarrassment, moving around him without meeting his eyes. I knew I was ten shades of mortified and it would only get worse if I looked at him.
The bar was full for the second day in a row. If it kept up like this, we wouldn’t need a fundraiser to pay off Chance, which almost did more to calm my frayed nerves than Logan had.
I scanned the room for tables that needed to be bussed, and noted the sullen faces. Frank’s death had hit home with everyone. Ennis was family, and they were mourning the loss of one of their own.
Wondering if they’d figured out the cause of the fire, I searched the bar looking for Duke. He would know what happened to cause the mortuary to explode, but I didn’t see him, which was strange. It was lunchtime, and he always stopped by to check on me. It was routine. Ever since my father died, Duke had stepped into his shoes, which meant daily visits to keep tabs on me and the boys.
Duke had never married or had children of his own, but he’d taken the role of surrogate father seriously. He’d even put off retiring to stay close to us. I knew he’d been saving for years to move to a warmer climate where he could fish year round, but he’d refused to leave until Josh had graduated from high school. And thank God, he had. If it had been anyone else but Duke who’d arrested Josh the day before, they would have reported us to CPS. Duke being Duke, had locked him up to scare Josh and me. And it worked. Last night I’d gotten a solemn promise from Josh that he wouldn’t screw up again until he was over eighteen. That gave me three years to straighten out his head.
Rachel Moore approached the bar as I grabbed a towel to wipe down the surface. Logan moved in beside me, his hand running across my ass as he passed behind me, sending tiny shivers up my spine.
“Got an order for me?” I asked as Rachel approached.
For some reason she ignored me as if I hadn’t spoken and went straight to Logan, her hips swinging in overdrive as she walked. “Logan takes care of me,” she said, sliding up to the bar with a sultry smile. “Don’t you, honey?”