Dash of Peril

by Lori Foster

  Whatever her reason, it didn’t matter. She had seen him, and that destroyed all the ground he’d gained with her. For a little while there, she’d been softening to him. Sort of.

  Maybe not.

  With Avery Mullins, it was hard to tell.

  From the first time he’d spotted her in the bar, he’d wanted her. She had amazing red hair, a killer attitude and tons of energy contained in a petite and enticing body. Smart, savvy, observant.

  And sexy as hell, though she denied that truth, just as she denied wanting him.

  The contrast of her personal pride and work ethic, compared to where she chose to work—with him—intrigued Rowdy. He’d met her before buying the bar, back when it was no more than a dump filled with creeps and criminals. He still wasn’t sure if she’d factored into his desire to have the bar.

  Eventually he’d win her over. He refused to accept any other outcome. But even to him, this current transgression looked bad.

  The long, lonely night had ended, so he had no reason to continue lingering with...shit. What was her name?

  Feeling the sting of Avery’s censure, even though she hadn’t stuck around to share it with him, Rowdy caught the woman’s arms and tugged her to her feet. “C’mon, honey. Fun’s over.”

  “For you,” she complained, and tried to crawl into his lap.

  “As I recall, you had your turn at least twice already.”

  “At least.” She gave him a sultry, satisfied smile and rubbed up against him.

  Her hair, red but not the rich, natural red of Avery’s, trailed over his arm. She was a small woman also, but without the same proud stature as Avery.

  And when it came to outlook, the two women were worlds apart.

  Had he really imagined a similarity of any kind? Dumb. Maybe even desperate, but he didn’t like that idea, so he snuffed it from his mind.

  Holding the woman away, Rowdy stood and then turned from her so he could refasten his jeans. “It’s later than I realized. Time for you to go.”

  “Because of her?”

  On the nose. “No.”

  Snuggling up to his back, she rubbed her breasts against him. “I had an incredible time.”

  Now, after seeing Avery, the purring tone and brush of body on body left him cold. “Glad to hear it.” Though he felt like a bastard, he skirted around his desk and went to the door to wait, his impatience plain.

  She pouted before accepting the inevitable. With a slow lick to her lips, she sauntered toward him, tried to kiss him—but he dodged that—and started to head through the bar.

  Rowdy caught her arm and redirected her. “Back door is closer.” On the off chance that Avery lingered out front, best not to push his luck.

  “Did you have fun?”

  “Yeah, sure.” He’d tried to win Avery over last night but as usual, she’d turned him down in her no-nonsense way.

  He hadn’t wanted to, but he’d accepted an alternate.

  “I need cab fare.”

  “Not a problem.” The lady was from out of town and staying with her family, which meant going to her place hadn’t been an option. Rowdy hadn’t wanted her in his new apartment, either...so he’d taken her to his office instead.

  Not good. He should have just rented a room for the night. Next time he would.

  Because the nightmares never went away for long, he knew there would be a next time, and a time after that.

  He was a twenty-nine-year-old man, and he’d been on his own for most of his life. But sometimes the ugliness of long ago closed in around him with the suffocating discomfort of a boy’s desperation.

  Damn it, he hated his own weakness.

  Disgusted, Rowdy dug out his wallet and retrieved two twenty-dollar bills. Now, with a new day ahead, he craved a few hours’ sleep. “Will that do it?”

  “Thanks.” She curled her manicured fingers around the money and said with suggestion, “I get into town every couple of weeks.”

  Rowdy unlocked the back door while saying, “Sorry, honey, but I already told you this was a onetime deal.”

  “It doesn’t have to be.”

  “Yeah.” His thoughts already moving ahead to what had to be done before he opened the bar, he held the door wide open for her. “It does.”

  “If you change your mind...”

  As gently as he could, he nudged her along. “I won’t.” She’d been a nice distraction, but nothing more. At the moment, he wanted to concentrate on the bar...and on Avery.

  The woman left reluctantly—but she did leave.

  Just as they all did.

  And that’s the way he wanted it. Usually. But odd as it seemed, even though they hadn’t yet hit the sheets, he enjoyed Avery’s company.

  Hell, he liked it so much that he’d made her the bartender as soon as he’d bought the bar. If he wanted her to stick around—and he did—there’d have to be no more sex in the office.

  Unless it was sex with Avery.

  And wasn’t that one hell of a nice idea?

  * * *

  IN THE PAST year, Avery had learned all sorts of things about herself. She was stronger than she’d ever realized. More determined. More resilient.

  But it took every bit of her confidence to walk back into that bar before her shift. She couldn’t rid her brain of the darkly sensual image of Rowdy involved in such an intimate act. How he’d looked, how he’d sounded. So hot.

  Being honest with herself, she knew that jealousy ran hand in hand with curiosity. They didn’t have an agreement, so he hadn’t betrayed her in any way. But she still felt...a lot.

  Rowdy lived life by his own rules. How freeing might that be?

  He took care of his business and accepted his responsibilities, but when it came to personal relationships, he avoided commitments and instead indulged a healthy sexual appetite. She wasn’t as pathetically naive now as she’d been a year ago, but she knew a badass bad boy like Rowdy was so far out of her realm of experience that it left her dizzy.

  She couldn’t play with him without getting burned. She couldn’t indulge him without risking a broken heart.

  Sadly, there wasn’t anything she could do with him—except work—so she might as well put anything more intimate from her mind.

  But now that she’d seen him during a release...

  No, Avery told herself, stop thinking about it!

  Not even Rowdy was around when she returned and began rushing through her setup. She had enough to do that for a while, she managed not to stew.

  At 3:00 p.m., only half an hour before he needed to open the doors, Rowdy strode in. Wearing faded jeans and a black T-shirt, freshly showered and with his hair still damp, he looked as delicious as ever.

  She braced herself for the inevitable awkwardness, what Rowdy would say, what she would say.

  It didn’t happen.

  Rowdy went right to work setting up. Jones, the newly hired cook, and Ella, one of the three waitresses, also bustled about. The prep work kept them all too busy for chitchat.

  She looked away as Rowdy stocked the cash register with small bills and change. She occupied herself elsewhere when he set up the dry-erase board with the day’s specials. She chatted up Ella while Rowdy did a general run-through of the bar.

  But all the while, she was far too aware of him.

  Rowdy, damn him, acted as if nothing had happened.

  Maybe, for him, it hadn’t been a big deal at all. Maybe getting busted in an intimate sex act was something he took in stride.

  He did repeatedly look her way. Avery knew because she felt it every time. The man had a way of looking that felt more like a hot, physical touch.

  As the night wore on and customers crowded in, Avery’s tension grew. She’d expected Rowdy to confront her, at the very lea
st to ask her why she’d been in the bar so early.

  But he didn’t.

  Was he avoiding her? Well, he’d have to eventually talk with her, but she wanted to put it off as long as possible. She still had to figure out what to say.

  Best-case scenario, she’d follow his lead and play it off like it hardly had an impact at all.

  During the dinner hour, while much of the crowd ordered off the limited menu, Avery took the time to tidy her work area. She didn’t have a barback so keeping the bar prepared was one of her main responsibilities. Whenever possible, she reorganized things.

  Hustling along the length of the countertop, she grabbed up empty straw wrappers and cocktail napkins and wiped up a few spills. When she turned toward the sink, she almost plowed into Rowdy. Stumbling back two steps, taken off guard, she scowled up at him. “What?”

  He didn’t seem to mind her acerbic tone. “Going to ignore me all night?”

  A deep inhalation didn’t help. She said without thinking, “You were ignoring me.”

  “No.” He turned them both so that he blocked her from view of the customers. “But every time I looked at you, you got so red faced I thought you might faint.”

  Yeah, and now that he mentioned it, heat scalded her cheeks. Hoping to exude disinterest, Avery tried to elbow him out of her way. He was so rock solid that she didn’t budge him a single inch, so she stepped around him with haste. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Bull.” He crossed his arms and leaned back on the bar. “We have to talk about it.”

  At the breaking point, she started to blast him, but instead got caught up in the flex of his biceps, how his soft cotton T-shirt stretched over his chest, how the denim of his jeans had faded over his...fly.

  Stifling a groan, she set out more napkins and clean glasses just to give her hands something to do—other than reach for him. “About what?”

  “Avery,” he chastised. “You know what I’m talking about.”

  A spark of temper smashed through some of her embarrassment. She gave a quick glance around, but no one was close enough to overhear. “Are you talking about your inappropriate behavior in your office?”

  “Yeah.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. “That.”

  Well, if he could be so blasé, she would be, too. “Sorry about interrupting. Hope you didn’t—” she almost choked “—stop on my account.”

  “I’d just finished anyway—but then, you know that, don’t you?”

  Breath strangled in her throat.

  He lowered his voice to a husky rumble. “I mean, since you watched.”

  Shooting up to her tiptoes, Avery growled, “I was shocked! And actually, I figured you two had stayed at it for hours after I fled the scene.”

  “No.” His humor faded until he looked far too serious. “I’m sorry you walked in on that.”

  Before she could censor her mouth, she heard herself say, “But you’re not sorry you did it?”

  As if sizing her up, Rowdy watched her without replying.

  Good grief. Rushing, Avery pulled out the bags of peanuts and pretzels to refill the bowls. “Forget I said that. Not my business.”

  “I’ve asked you—”

  “I know you have,” she said, a little too loud and way too fast. Her rusty laugh wouldn’t convince anyone. “And if not me, then someone else, right?” Anyone else.

  Way to make her feel special.

  “Avery—”

  She plopped the bowl up on the bar so hard that peanuts jumped out. “Believe me, Rowdy, I get it.”

  “I don’t think you do.”

  For whatever reason, that really annoyed her. Hands on her hips, her cheeks hot, she faced him. “You want sex. Constantly.”

  He glanced around, then took her arm and pulled her aside again. “Keep it down, why don’t you?”

  Already on a roll, she continued. “With any willing woman. I’m not ready, so you—”

  “It’s not like that.”

  “No?” Just shut up, Avery. But of course she didn’t. Around Rowdy, she lost much of her control. “Then how exactly is it?”

  He dismissed that question with a shake of his head and asked one of his own. “What do you mean you’re not ready?”

  Oh, crap.

  Shifting closer, his gaze bored into hers. “You haven’t asked me to wait, Avery. Not once. All I’ve heard from you is a flat no.”

  She stared up at him—and badly wanted to say, Wait.

  As if he knew her thoughts, he whispered, “Avery—” and the bar’s landline phone rang, cutting off whatever Rowdy had planned to say.

  She started to reach for it, but he beat her to it.

  Watching her, he said into the phone, “Rowdy’s bar and grill.” He might have adopted her suggested name for the place, but he rarely referred to it that way. “How can I help you?” His eyes narrowed. “Yes, she’s here. Hold on.” He held the phone out to her.

  Avery lifted her brows. “For me?”

  “You’re Avery Mullins, right?”

  She stepped back so fast she bumped into the bar. Someone had asked for her by name? An invisible fist squeezed her lungs. “Who is it?”

  Concern and suspicion narrowed Rowdy’s gaze. “He didn’t say.”

  He. Thoughts churning, unreasonable worry blooming, Avery tried to decide what to do, how to act.

  Rowdy covered the phone. “What’s the problem?”

  She chewed her bottom lip. Surely it was just a customer, a bar question maybe. The caller couldn’t know that the owner himself had picked up and could share any info needed....

  Rowdy moved so close, they almost touched. “Want me to take the call for you?”

  He was so big, so impressively male, that he inadvertently emphasized the differences in their sizes, making her feel even smaller and far too vulnerable.

  Feelings she’d tried to bury deep.

  “No.” She was an independent adult—time to act like one. “No, of course not.” She tried to smile, but didn’t feel real successful. Taking the phone from him, she said with only a modicum of caution, “Hello?”

  The cold silence sounded louder than a shout.

  Her heart started pounding a wild tattoo. The way Rowdy studied her didn’t help. She said again, a little louder, “Hello?”

  She heard a faint laugh—and the line went dead.

  Worry burned into real alarm.

  “Avery?”

  From now on, she’d have to be more careful. No more walking out to the bus alone. No more getting to her apartment unprepared for the worst.

  “All right, enough.” Rowdy took her shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  And no reason to share her absurd past with Rowdy. “Nothing is wrong.” Nothing that he could fix. Not that she’d let him anyway.

  She’d gotten along well enough before meeting Rowdy.

  And since he didn’t want to get tied down, well, she’d get along fine and dandy without him still.

  “Nothing, huh? That’s why you’re strangling the phone?” He took the receiver from her, put it to his ear.

  “He hung up.” Avery turned to do a few refills along the bar. When she finished, Rowdy still stood there. Waiting. Maybe she’d misunderstood. “You say he asked for me? Like, he asked to speak to the bartender?”

  “Actually, he asked if Avery Mullins was working.”

  Well...that sucked. Not many ways she could spin that, except for assuming the worst.

  Someone had found her.

  Rowdy caught her arm and gently pulled her around. “You work for me.”

  “Seriously? How did I miss that?”

  His gaze narrowed with bad attitude. “Don’t be a smart-ass.”

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p; “Sorry. Right, I work for you.” She loved her job, so she should really be tending customers instead of fretting. “If you’d get out of my way, I could get more done.”

  He searched her face, realized she wouldn’t be swayed and growled a sound of exasperation. “Stick around tonight after we close. I need to talk to you.”

  She opened her mouth to refuse him, but he cut her off before she could say a single word.

  “Work related.” The bad attitude remained. “Ella will be there, too.”

  Oh. Well, then...“I can only stay till two-thirty.” After that, she’d miss the bus, and no way did she want to pay for cab fare.

  He nodded his acceptance of that. “Won’t take long.”

  “Okay, then.”

  Still holding her arm, he brushed his thumb over her skin. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

  Ahhh. Rowdy had his faults, sure, but he was also caring, protective.

  And he possessed more raw masculine appeal than should be legal.

  “I’m absolutely positive.” She’d worked hard to get her life together. No way would she backslide now.

  Someone said, “Rowdy!” with far too much familiarity. They both turned to look, seeking out the voice.

  Two blondes and a brunette waved at him, but Avery didn’t see a redhead anywhere. She crossed her arms and curled her lip. “If you decide to use your office again, I suggest you lock the door.”

  Rowdy touched her chin, lifting her face. “We’ll talk after work.”

  “About work,” she clarified, but he’d already left her, circling out from behind the bar to greet the trio of women.

  * * *

  THE MOON AND a flickering lamppost illuminated the dark night. A cold wind cut through his coat. He turned up his collar and, shoes crunching on the gravel lot, paced away from the pay phone. Churning satisfaction almost brought him to a laugh.

  He had her now.

  Avery Mullins might have thought herself well hidden, but with enough money he could uncover anyone—or hide the darkest secret. It had taken a year, but soon it’d all be over.

  He couldn’t wait to see her again. Everyone would be happier when she returned to her rightful place. Never again would he be so careless. They’d both miscalculated in a big way: he’d underestimated her resourcefulness, she’d misjudged his determination.