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It was a close match—Seth wasn’t too shabby when it came to the darts—but in the end, Billie prevailed, which led to round of shots ordered up by her teammates. She clinked her shot glass with Logan’s and tipped her head back.
As the tequila burned its way down her throat, she jerked around and gazed up at the clock. Shit, crap and fuckedy-fuck-fuck.
Billie slammed the shot glass onto the bar and grabbed Logan’s hand.
“What the—“
She glanced around the bar, past the hordes of men and women and merriment. Past the sad looking Santa and his reindeer. Past the scowling Seth Longwood.
“Yes,” she murmured to herself, yanking on Logan’s hand.
“Babe, where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” she answered, glancing over her shoulder.
“But your shoes.”
“I don’t need ‘em.”
His eyes smoldered. “What the hell are you doing?” he whispered into her ear, his warm breath rolling over her flesh.
“What do you think I’m doing? It’s almost midnight and it’s time for you to practice some of that multi-tasking.”
“You want us to multi-task here in The Grill?”
A thrill shot through Billie. Damn right. “That would be right, Mr. Forest, because I’m all about getting me some sugar.”
Chapter Nine
Logan learned early on in his relationship with Billie, never to be surprised at anything she did. The girl was always up for something and didn’t know the meaning of the word no. You couldn’t put boundaries on this Barker—or any of them for that matter—because she’d smash through them anyway. When Billie set her mind on something, there was no stopping her. And right now? Logan had no desire to stop Billie at all.
They wove through the crowded room, and he nodded to a few guys who were well on their way to a Christmas Eve hangover. Jake Lawrence asked him a question about a Harley, but Logan shrugged and didn’t bother to answer. He had other things on his mind. Like his wife.
Billie led him to the other side of the bar and down the hallway past the kitchen. He knew that Duke’s office was back here but they moved past it, which he supposed was a good thing. Logan wasn’t exactly sure the burly bar owner would appreciate him getting busy with his wife in his office.
“Billie, where the hell…”
But she shoved open the last door and pulled him inside. It was dark and he banged his knee against something sharp.
“Shit, sorry,” Billie said. “Hold on. Don’t move. Oh and lock the door.”
“Billie,” he said, smiling into the dark.
“I mean it, Logan. Stay still or I’ll…”
“You’ll?”
But she didn’t answer him, or if she did he couldn’t hear because it sounded as if a bunch of cans fell over and his woman swore a blue streak. By now he’d figured out that they were in the storage room and like a good boy, he locked the door and waited. He had to give his woman props. She was determined to make that midnight deadline.
He heard the buzz of voices from the bar. It was faint in this room, but there nonetheless. The only thing separating him and Billie from about two hundred people was a small hallway and a door.
There was something hot about that, and his groin tightened as his heart sped up.
Logan thought of another night. Another time when he and Billie had gotten busy in the parking lot of the community center. It was Halloween, if he wasn’t mistaken, and that night had cemented his need for her in a way that he’d not seen coming.
And it was still there. Burning hot. Burning only for Billie Jo Barker.
Suddenly the room was flooded by light, and he had to blink a few times in order for his eyes to adjust. When they did his eyes widened.
