That Wild Night. Aimee Carson

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      Sheryl Crow echoed through her mind, singing about leaving Las Vegas, and it was all Darcy could do not to put a little swing in her step as she pushed off the bar. Two more hours of tables to turn, drinks to serve, tips to make. And then she’d move on to life’s next adventure.

      Though even as she thought it, the word seemed an off fit to the relentlessly conservative way she managed her life.

      Adventure implied risks and unknowns. Challenges. Excitement. That wasn’t exactly how Darcy rolled. She couldn’t afford to. Not after the steep price she’d paid to ensure her independence. She knew the suffocating experience of being at the wrong man’s mercy and she’d been willing to sacrifice her education to facilitate that escape. Drop out of high school and get the job that set her free.

      She’d sworn never to allow herself to be in a position of dependence again, which meant she took care of herself. She played it safe. Stayed in control. Lived within her means. And if the cost inherent to a life that felt safe was adventure of the tall, watered-down variety? She’d gladly pay it.

      Stopping at table twelve, she leveled him with a flat stare. “Your Scotch, sir. Anything else?”

      His speculative look had her wondering what this guy’s game was exactly.

      And then his focus lowered to her mouth, causing an unfamiliar dip and roll deep in her belly. One she met with a stern frown because oh, no, she was not going to be tempted by this guy. No way.

      * * *

      “Relax, Darcy. I get it. Not interested. Couldn’t be more clear if you were wearing it on a T-shirt like the table of bridesmaids over there.”

      Her gaze shifted to the three women and the corner and her mouth twitched, making something in his gut fire up. Though just as quickly she had the impulse tamped down.

      “I’m not hitting on you,” he assured. “This is about filling some hang time. You’re my temporary hobby.”

      A slender brow pushed up. “How’s that.”

      “I like the smile I saw. And I want one of my own.”

      That smooth hip of hers rocked out to one side. “You want a smile? I’ll save you the hassle.” She flashed him a grin barely a step above the flat business she doled out to every Tom, Dick and Harry who rolled through her section and Jeff shook his head, giving in to his own more sincere version.

      “Nice try. But you’re not going to put me off with some cheap imitation. I’ve seen the real thing, and now I want one for myself. An honest to goodness, hard-earned, full tilt smile. Bonus for the laugh. And no pity grins, either.”

      She opened her mouth to say something—probably another dismissive shutdown, but then pulled her mouth to the side as she studied him.

      “So you want to work for it?” she asked.

      And hot damn, was she actually going along? “I’m not into easy.”

      Her eyes were definitely on his now. Engaged in a way almost as satisfying as her elusive smile had been.

      “Look—”

      “Jeff,” he supplied, without trying to take her hand because touching her would probably get him slammed up against an impenetrable wall of “no” faster than he could blink.

      “Look, Jeff, you’re interesting. Which is a nice change from the norm. But I’m working so I can’t really hang out and be your hobby or anything else.”

      “Not a problem. I know you’ve got to work. So on average, how much time do you think you allot each customer outside of taking their actual drink order? I mean for the niceties: Hello, how’s your day? Good, yours? Good, know what you want? Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…”

      “Fifteen seconds.”

      Nice try. “I’m talking the chatty ones.”

      “Forty-five.”

      “And if they’re ordering, you’ll give them the time?”

      As if sensing a trap, she answered hesitantly, “Yes.”

      “Great. I’d like to send an order of white chocolate martinis to the bridesmaids over there. But tell them it’s from the manager or something, not me.”

      When she just stared at him, he stared back. “I think our forty-five seconds are up. I mean, unless you’d like to sit down. You’re welcome to stay for a drink. Take a break.”

      “This is because you’re bored?” she asked, those steely gray eyes narrowing on him in a way that said he had her focus completely.

      Had he really said he wasn’t into easy? Because this was shaping up to be just that…and there wasn’t a single molecule in his body or thought in his head, not totally into where it was going.

      Jeff shrugged, raising his Scotch before taking a swallow. “I like to keep busy.”

      CHAPTER THREE

      “CONSIDER IT A public service.”

      Darcy set the Scotch on a fresh napkin and, fighting her threatening smile with everything she had, slid it in front of Jeff. The guy who was making her last night in Vegas one she’d never forget. “Letting you take me out? Okay, let’s hear it.”

      “Are you really going to make me say it?” he asked with a look all but begging her to make him do so.

      She should walk away. She didn’t date the customers and never gave into even this much interaction. But there was something about him. Something that wouldn’t let her put him off the way she did with every other guy who crossed her path.

      Even now, she could feel the corner of her mouth nearly betraying her as it threatened a smile. And Jeff knew it. He was watching, one brow raised. And then his eyes were locked back with hers. “Almost had you.”

      Yeah, it had been close.

      “Okay, I give. How is my going out with you a public service?”

      Satisfaction lit his smile.

      “Because of my ego.”

      When she crossed her arms, he went on. “You’ve seen it. It’s absurd. Honestly, the size is almost a handicap.”

      This was going to be good. Her brow pushed up, wanting more, but unwilling to open her mouth to ask for fear she’d break down laughing.

      “If you crush this beast— Darcy, I’m not going to be able to drag it out of here.”

      “That big?”

      “Like you really need to ask.”

      This guy was trouble. And exactly the kind of fun she deserved on her last night in Vegas. So long as it didn’t go any further than a little flirtatious back-and-forth.

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