Do Me Right. Cindi Myers

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      She shook her head. “They’ll be gone after the election, one way or another.”

      Scott looked unconvinced. “You don’t know what money and an agenda can do for a candidate.” He glanced toward the group outside the front window. “These people are really fired up.”

      “If Carter wins, the picketers will still go away. And he may not like us, but he can’t do anything about us. We’re a legitimate, legal business.”

      “Yeah, but you can’t stay in business long if you don’t have customers, can you?” He slumped onto the stool behind the front counter and raked one hand through his spiked blond hair.

      She ignored the twinge of fear his words produced. “What do you mean? Of course we’ll have customers. Why wouldn’t we?”

      He shook his head. “I don’t know. This Clean Up Austin drive is really cutting down on traffic. Business is taking a hit all over.”

      “We’re still doing okay.” They’d been a little slower, maybe, but every business had downtimes. “Things will pick up again soon. We don’t have to worry.”

      “The Hot Tamale’s already cutting staff.” He rested his elbows on the counter, head in his hands. “I got laid off from my bartending gig last night.”

      “Oh, Scott.” She set aside the mail she’d been sorting and went to him. “That sucks.”

      He nodded. “Yeah. And I just moved into that new apartment, too.”

      “You can work full-time here now, if you like.”

      He raised his head. “You mean it?”

      “Sure. With Zach in Chicago, I could use the extra help.” She glanced at the framed oil painting hanging over the cash register, a rendition of the Navy Pier in pop-art colors that was Zach’s latest work. Big bro was having a blast in the Windy City while she was trying to keep it together here at home.

      “But didn’t you already hire someone else?”

      “Another part-timer. She starts next week. But I could still use you full-time.”

      He glanced toward the front window again. The picketers had resumed their march up and down the sidewalk. “I don’t know….”

      “It’ll be all right. At least give it a try.”

      “Okay. Thanks.”

      The news that the Hot Tamale, one of the street’s most popular bars, was cutting staff stunned her. She’d known Carter’s campaign was getting a lot of attention in the press, but she’d assumed most people wouldn’t take him seriously. After all, Austin was known for its music scene and the nightlife on Sixth Street. Why would anyone want to take away the very thing that made the city so unique?

      Obviously she’d underestimated the ability of a few soreheads to spoil the fun for everyone.

      “Guess Zach picked a good time to skip town, huh?” Scott said. “Think he’ll ever come back?”

      She shrugged. “He still has another year and a half of school.” And who knew where he’d end up after that. Before her brother followed Jen Truitt to Chicago a little over six months ago, he’d handed her the keys to Austin Body Art and told her the business was all hers. He wouldn’t have done that if he’d planned to return anytime soon.

      “I can see that cheered you right up.” Scott slid off the stool. “I’ll go make coffee.”

      As Scott disappeared into the back room, the bells on the front door jangled. Theresa turned to greet the two men who entered.

      It would probably be more appropriate to say the men made an entrance. The first one was a tall drink of water in scuffed boots, sharply creased Wranglers, a denim shirt and a straw hat tilted low on his forehead. He strode into the room like a marshal stepping into a saloon in an old western. Broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted with a strong chin and a slightly crooked nose, he was movie-star handsome. She blinked a few times to make sure he was even real, wishing he’d take off the hat so she could get a look at his eyes. Not that she was interested in the average cowboy, but she could appreciate a gorgeous man as much as the next girl. “What can I do for you, gentlemen?” she asked.

      His companion, a short, bow-legged man in a Bull Riders Stay On Longer T-shirt, removed his hat and stared openmouthed at the neckline of her halter top.

      The taller man slapped his companion on the back of the head. “Put your eyes back in your skull and answer the lady.”

      His words broke the spell his initial appearance had cast over her, and for the first time she noticed the cast on his left forearm. The bright blue gauze wrapping made a sharp contrast to his deeply tanned skin.

      He nodded to her and nudged his hat up enough for her to see his whiskey-colored eyes glinting with good humor.

      To her astonishment and utter mortification, she felt her heart flutter. She had to force back the smile she knew would have looked ridiculously goofy. Adonis here was no doubt used to women swooning at his feet, and she didn’t intend to be one of them.

      “I apologize for my friend. He’s not used to associating with females other than cows and horses,” Handsome Hank continued.

      “Shut your gob, Kyle.” The shorter cowboy rubbed the back of his neck and focused his gaze somewhere over Theresa’s left shoulder. “I’m interested in a tattoo.”

      “Then you came to the right place.” With businesslike briskness, she plucked a clipboard from the rack by the counter and handed it to him. “Fill this out and we’ll get started.”

      “Oh. Okay.”

      While he sat and began filling out the information and release form, she turned to his friend, Kyle. He was watching her, a speculative look in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze unnerved her. “Do you want a tattoo, too?”

      The slow smile that formed on his lips would have knocked a lesser woman off her feet. As it was, Theresa took a step back and put one hand on the counter to steady herself.

      “That’s okay. Us naturally good-looking folks don’t need any extra decoration.” His gaze swept over the tiger etched on her shoulder, then shifted to the Celtic knot between her breasts. His smile broadened. “Though I have to say, you give me a whole new appreciation for your, um, art.”

      She laughed. “I’m sure you’re a real art lover.” She nodded to his cast. “What happened?”

      He frowned at the injury. “Had a little trouble with an uncooperative bovine.”

      “Kyle has lousy luck with cattle and women.” The shorter man, whose name turned out to be George, stood and handed Theresa the clipboard.

      “Don’t mind him,” Kyle said. “He’s been tossed on his head by bulls one too many times.”

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