Bad News Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      “A Coke,” she said.

      “You want rum in that?”

      “No.”

      “Why not?”

      “Because making an ass out of myself in front of a roomful of people is not on today’s to-do list. I’m a lightweight.”

      He laughed. “Okay, I’m a little bit surprised that you would admit that.”

      “Why?”

      “You’re the kind of girl who always has to show the boys up. I would think you’d want to try to drink us under the table.”

      She arched her brow. “I’m way tinier than you. I’m not drinking you under any table.”

      “All right, one Coke for you.”

      He turned and headed toward the bar, and to his surprise, she followed him rather than going over to the table where her friends were already seated. “Why are you buying me a drink?”

      “I was hoping to trick you into getting drunk so you wouldn’t be so uptight,” he said, because he always said what was on his mind where Kate was concerned. Neither of them practiced tact in the other’s presence.

      She sputtered. “I’m not uptight.”

      “You’re something.”

      Kate’s lip curled upward. “Now I don’t really want you to buy me a drink. I don’t like your motives.”

      “I’m not going to sneakily give you a rum and Coke. I’m ordering you a soda.”

      “But it was not born out of generosity.”

      “Will you please stop making it impossible for me to do something nice for you.”

      “But you aren’t doing something nice for me,” she insisted. “You were trying to...calm me. With booze.”

      He turned, and Kate took a step back, pressing herself against the bar. He leaned forward, gripping the bar with both hands, trapping her between his arms. “Yes, Katie, honey, I was.”

      Her dark eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. Color rose in her cheeks, her chest pitching sharply as she drew in a quick deep breath.

      He looked at Kate quite a lot. He saw her almost every day. But he’d never really studied her. He didn’t know why in hell he was doing it now.

      There wasn’t a trace of makeup on her face, her dark lashes long and thick but straight rather than curled upward to enhance her eyes. There was no blush added to her cheeks, no color added to her lips. It exemplified Kate. What you saw was what you got. Inside and out.

      And for some reason the tension that had been gathering in his chest spread outward, spread around them, and he could feel a strange crackling between them. He wasn’t sure what it was. But one thing he was sure of. He’d made a mistake somewhere between calling her “honey” the first time, days ago, and the moment he’d pressed her up against the bar.

      Everything he knew about her had twisted. The way Kate made him feel had shifted into something else, something new.

      If it had been any other woman at any other moment, he might’ve called it attraction.

      But this was Kate. So that was impossible.

      And then the sort of dewy softness in her eyes changed, a kind of fierce determination taking over. She took a step away from the bar, a step closer to him, and reached up, gripping his chin with her thumb and forefinger, tugging hard, bringing his face nearer to hers. “Look, Jack,” she spat, hardening every syllable, “I think you need to back off.”

      Her skin was soft against his, her hand cool. Her hold was firm, uncompromising, like Kate herself.

      Unlucky for her, he didn’t compromise, either.

      He leaned in, closing some of the distance between them. Her lips parted, and for just one moment he saw Kate Garrett soften. But it was only a moment. Then the steel was back, harder than ever. He waited for her to back down, waited for her to step away and hiss at him.

      But she didn’t. She simply stood there, holding him fast, her breasts rising and falling with each indrawn breath.

      The noise faded into the background, and the people around them turned into a blur as his focus sharpened on Kate. The only thought he had in his head was that this was without a doubt the strangest moment of his entire life.

      They were playing chicken—he knew her well enough to realize that. She was challenging him, and she thought he would back down.

      That was fine. It was almost normal. It was the undercurrent beneath the challenge, the one making his heart beat faster, making his stomach feel tight, that was giving him issues.

      She leaned in slightly and without even thinking, he took a step back, breaking her hold on his chin. Breaking whatever the hell thread had wound its way around them.

      “I’m going to get you that soda,” he said, knowing his tone sounded way harsher than he intended. “Go hang out with your friends. I’ll meet you over there.”

      He expected her to argue, but she didn’t. She just nodded and moved around him cautiously, her dark eyes glued to his for a moment before she averted them and made her way to her group.

      He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

      Well, that was fucking weird.

      “Monaghan,” Ace, said sidling over to his end of the bar. “Can I get you something?”

      “Two Cokes,” Jack said, resting his forearms on the bar.

      Ace laughed and pushed his flannel shirtsleeves up. “Sure. You want me to start a tab for that?”

      “I’ll pay now,” Jack growled.

      Ace grabbed two glasses and filled them with the nozzle beneath the bartop. “So... Kate Garrett?”

      “What about her?” Jack asked, feeling irreversibly irritated by the other man now. Because he could feel himself being led somewhere, and he didn’t like it.

      “You and her are...”

      “What? No. Fuck no.”

      “It looked like something to me. So I wondered.”

      “It was nothing,” Jack said, ignoring the rush of heat in his blood that made him wonder if it was more than nothing. “Just messing with her.”

      “That’s what I’m saying,” Ace said, smiling broadly. “Anyway...why not?”

      Anger surged through Jack’s veins. “For one because I like my balls where they’re at. And if I ever touched Katie, Connor and Eli would remove them. And then Liss would sew them onto the top of a winter hat as a festive decoration. Additionally? She’s a kid.”

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