Claiming The Cowboy's Heart. Brenda Harlen

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       Chapter Three

      “You didn’t know she worked here?” Sky guessed, her tone tinged with amusement.

      Liam shook his head. “This job wasn’t on her résumé.”

      “She’s only been here a couple weeks. Or maybe I should say back here, because apparently she worked for Duke when she was in high school.”

      “Is she a good waitress?”

      “Why? Do you want to hire her to work in your restaurant?” his sister teased.

      “There is no restaurant,” he said firmly. “And I’m asking you because you have an opinion about everything.”

      “Then I’ll tell you that she’s got great people skills. She’s friendly without being flirty, and she knows when and how to placate an unhappy customer but she’s not a pushover. Definite management material.”

      “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said dryly.

      “And I’ll go put in your food order.”

      “I haven’t told you what I want.”

      “Steak sandwich with mushrooms, onions and pepper jack cheese with fries.”

      “Yeah, that sounds good,” he admitted.

      With a smug smile, she turned toward the kitchen.

      And he shifted his attention back to the waitress who’d caught his eye. “Macy.”

      She pivoted, her eyes widening with surprise and recognition. “Mr. Gilmore.”

      “Liam,” he reminded her.

      “Liam,” she echoed dutifully.

      “You didn’t mention that you had a job here.”

      “It’s a temporary gig,” she said, then smiled. “Just until I start my job at the Stagecoach Inn.”

      He couldn’t help but smile back. “Confident, aren’t you?”

      “Qualified,” she clarified.

      “So why is a former assistant to the manager of a Las Vegas hotel working at a bar and grill in Haven?”

      “I needed a job and Duke needed a waitress.”

      It sounded like a simple enough explanation, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing a major piece of the puzzle that was Macy Clayton. And though he knew he was treading dangerously close to a line that should not be crossed, he was intrigued enough by the woman to want to know more.

      “I didn’t give you a tour of the hotel today,” he noted.

      “And I was so hoping for one,” she confessed.

      “Stop by tomorrow, if you want,” he said. “As long as I haven’t had a kid dropped in my lap, I should be free to show you around.”

      “I want,” she immediately agreed. “Anytime in particular?”

      “Whenever it’s convenient for you.”

      “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      He watched her move away, making her way toward a table of six that had just sat down. Regulars, he guessed, as they didn’t seem to need to look at the menus that were tucked beneath the tray of condiments on the table.

      “It’s my fault,” Sky lamented, as she set a plate of food and his cutlery on the bar in front of him.

      “What’s your fault?” he asked.

      “I should have realized that saying Macy wasn’t your type would compel you to prove otherwise.”

      “Maybe you should tell me why you’re so sure she’s not my type,” he suggested, lifting his sandwich from the plate.

      “And maybe you should trust me for once,” his sister countered.

      His gaze shifted to Macy again. “Yeah, I’m having a little trouble with that.”

      “Then keep in mind that she’s going to be working for you.”

      He wanted to argue that point, but after interviewing three other candidates for the job, he’d been forced to acknowledge that none of them was even remotely qualified.

      Darren, currently a bouncer at a honky-tonk bar in Elko, was looking for a day job so he could go to night school. When Liam, simply out of curiosity, asked him why he wasn’t choosing to study during the day and continuing to work nights, it was immediately apparent that Darren hadn’t considered the possibility—an oversight that didn’t bode well for success in his future studies.

      Felix’s résumé indicated that he was already college educated and had a master’s degree in English literature. Unfortunately, he had absolutely no experience in the hospitality business and even less interest. During the interview, he confided that service industries were tedious and boring and acknowledged that he’d only applied for the job because employment opportunities in the town were limited.

      And then there was Lissa, a college dropout who claimed that her life experience made her uniquely qualified for the job. When Liam asked her to give him an example, she explained that she’d lived with her in-laws for eighteen months without killing either of them—though she confessed that she’d given the idea more than a passing thought on a few occasions.

      Which meant that, for the sake of the business, there really was only one choice for Liam to make.

      He was going to have to hire Macy Clayton.

      As he chewed on his sandwich, he accepted that whether she was or wasn’t his type, hiring Macy Clayton would definitely put her off-limits for any romantic overtures.

      And that was a damn shame.

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