Only His. Susan Mallery

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      “I’ve been in plenty of bars.” “You men have a room in back. It’s very traditional. Dark colors, a pool table and plenty of sports.” He still looked lost.

      “Fool’s Gold has a large female population,” she explained. “Most of the businesses cater to women, including mine.”

      “I see,” he said slowly.

      She laughed. “If you’re going to be here awhile, you’ll need to get used to it.”

      She walked back to her car. He followed.

      “Don’t get me wrong,” he told her. “I like women. I’ve never known a bar that catered to them, but I’m good with that.”

      She thought about warning him that just because there were a lot of women around didn’t mean he would find it easy to interest one of them. Most of her customers came to hang out with their friends and talk about their problems. They weren’t all that worried about meeting guys. But he could figure that out on his own.

      Will helped her carry in the rest of the boxes. Just when she was about to thank him and suggest he leave, he started opening cartons with a pocketknife.

      “You’re in management, aren’t you?” she asked.

      He laughed. “Kicking and screaming I was dragged there. Why?”

      “You’re taking charge.” “Want to tell me no?”

      “I appreciate the help,” she admitted, aware she wouldn’t have had time to unpack everything before her lunch crowd arrived.

      “Happy to give it.” He pulled out a brightly colored plastic refrigerator. “Cute.”

      “I thought it would be fun.”

      The tiny stove came next.

      “How long have you lived here?” he asked.

      “A few years now. It’s a good town. Friendly people.” People who had accepted her without asking a lot of questions. She knew they were curious, but no one pushed. She appreciated that.

      “Good. We’re here a couple of years with the new project. A place like this beats a bridge-build in the middle of Africa. I love being outdoors as much as the next guy, but every now and then I really want a burger.”

      “You move around a lot?”

      “It goes with the territory. Janack Construction is multinational. I’ve been working with them since I graduated high school. Known Tucker since he was a kid.” He moved on to the next box, which contained a toddler-size tricycle. “Now he’s the one in charge of what we’re doing here. Time flies.”

      Jo would guess Will was in his early forties. “What does your family think about you being gone so much?” She asked the question without thinking, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how they could be interpreted.

      Will straightened and faced her. “There’s just me.” She nodded and found herself glancing away from his steady gaze. An unfamiliar nervousness ripped through her. The second she recognized the feeling, she wanted to hold up her hands in the shape of a T and demand a time-out.

      No, she told herself firmly. No boy–girl chitchat for her. No smiling, no getting involved, no caring. She’d been down that path and it had led to a disaster she was still paying for. Relationships were dangerous. For some people, they were lethal.

      “That would make the travel easier,” she said, taking a step back. “I appreciate your help. If you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready to open.”

      She retreated behind the bar. The long expanse of wood made her feel a little safer. Sometimes something as simple as a physical barrier helped remind her that she was in control of her life now.

      Will quickly finished unpacking the toys. He broke down the boxes, storing them in the largest one, and took them out back to her recycling bin. Then he came back to stand by the bar.

      “Thanks for your help,” she began.

      “You’re welcome. I was thinking I’d have lunch here.”

      He appealed to her. She couldn’t deny that. The man had kind eyes and she long ago learned that kindness was a vastly underrated trait in a person.

      “You seem like a perfectly nice man, but the answer is no.”

      One eyebrow rose. “You’re assuming a lot.”

      “Maybe, but I’m not changing my story.”

      He stood there, all tall and friendly. Nice. That was it. Will Falk was a nice guy. He’d helped her and she’d blown him off.

      The reasons were legitimate, but he didn’t know that. She sighed.

      “It’s not personal,” she said. “I don’t get involved with men.”

      “Playing for the other team?”

      Despite the uncomfortable situation, Jo smiled. “No. I’m not a lesbian.”

      She waited for him to say they didn’t have to get involved. That it could just be sex. In her gut, she knew that kind of offer would tempt her. It had been a long, long time since she’d been with a man.

      The door to her bar opened and several women from city hall walked in. They waved at Jo before finding their way to a table by the window. In the next minute, twelve more customers came in, including a couple of guys she didn’t recognize, but who appeared to be from the construction site. They called out to Will, but settled in a booth.

      “I can see you’re busy,” Will said. “We’ll pick this up later.”

      “There’s no point.”

      “I’m not so sure about that.”

      The door opened again and Ethan Hendrix walked in. He glanced around the bar, then walked over to the table with the construction guys. One of them stood. Before Jo realized what was happening, Ethan drew back his arm and punched the guy in the jaw.

      Jo glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even noon yet. Looked like this was going to be a very long day.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      TUCKER ADJUSTED THE bag of ice on his jaw. The bartender—Ethan had said her name was Jo—watched him warily.

      “I said I’m not going to hit him back,” he said, knowing he’d deserved the punch and more.

      “Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” she said, then turned her attention to Ethan. “You do that again and you’re banned from here.”

      “I didn’t break anything.”

      “You know how I feel about fights in my bar. Do you want me to talk to Liz?”

      “No,” Ethan told her, quickly, looking a little panicked. “Don’t СКАЧАТЬ