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Over the next two hours, Brewer and his crew slung drinks over the bar and at the tables. The loud music, rowdy men, and flirtatious women should’ve distracted him. None of it did a damn thing to keep him from thinking about Delphi.
The illuminated clock above the back entrance displayed two in the morning. A group of women danced nearby, but even their seductive moves didn’t tempt him.I wonder what Delphi’s doing. He mindlessly poured a Jack and Coke. It was all second nature to him after learning the ropes at the bar as a kid.
Kevlar and Hawk came up to the bar, finding open stools near the end.
“Kinda late for you two to be here,” Brewer said, pouring them fresh beers.
Kevlar shrugged. “Kita’s in Boston for work, so I have no reason to rush home to an empty bed. Plus, it’s kinda depressing when she’s not there.”
“Fuck, you’re so pussy whipped. It’s adorably disgusting.” Hawk took a shot of whiskey and pointed at their bartender. “And this guy’s not far behind you.”
“What’re you talking about?” Brewer frowned. “You know I don’t date.”
“Because of me, right?” Dolly joined them, her normally clear eyes taking on a glassy sheen. “My job, not me personally. That’d be weird.”
Pouring three glasses of water, Brewer handed them around. “Partly, yeah. You tell me way more about the nymphs than I care to know.”
She took a sip, a good portion of the water spilling down the front of her white tank. Brewer rolled his eyes when both Kevlar and Hawk glanced over at her. While Kevlar had the manners to look away, Hawk continued to ogle her.
Brewer was used to it, but he still didn’t appreciate it when it was his sister. His brothers staring at one of the nymphs was fine, but he made a point to make sure his younger sister was safe at all costs. He continued, “But it’s mostly because no woman ever made me feel thething, you know?”
Three blank stares met Brewer, and he chuckled. “I could say just about anything, and you three amigos would agree. Not like you’ll remember in the morning anyways.”
“Hey, isn’t that Delphi?” Hawk said, nudging him.
At the very mention of her name, he felt the air escape his lungs. Turning in the direction Hawk was pointing, Brewer felt the bass from the song reverberate in his bones. It was enough to give him chills, the hair on his arms rising up on their own.
Standing inside the door was a vision with a shamrock headband sitting on top of her straightened hair. Even from his location, he knew she smelled as delicious as she looked. Her light-wash jeans hugged every curve of her legs, and his hands itched to reach out and grab her ass. An orange cardigan overlaid a white T-shirt dotted with four-leafed clovers. His gaze drifted to her feet. A pair of green ballet slipper shoes rounded out the outfit. She was dressed for the holiday to perfection.
“Holy shit,” Dolly mumbled, then whistled low. She moved to stand, but Brewer laid a hand on her arm.
“You love Yasmina, remember?”
Hawk and Kevlar’s eyes widened, and they exchanged a look. “Say what?” Hawk choked around a bite of pretzel.
Dolly shot him blue daggers, but Brewer only caught part of her seething glare. He was too busy walking toward the goddess who had recently stepped foot in his bar. Palms clammy, he cursed himself for feeling an ounce of nervousness. Never in his life had a woman affected him like this.
His boots were heavier with each step. Delphi hadn’t noticed his approach yet, and he instantly second-guessed himself. She was out past midnight and in his bar. Surely that meant she wanted to see him.
The closer he got to her, the more his body demanded her undivided attention. The lights lowered yet again, leaving only the green lights from the stage to give the bar an Irish ambiance.
“Delphi,” he whispered. If she heard, she didn’t let on. Her eyes were latched on to the DJ and the people dancing. For a long moment, Brewer simply watched her take in the nightlife. It was the first time he’d seen her hair straight. It fell in curtains, covering her supple breasts. He looked closer and noticed her peaked nipples beneath the white shirt. He stifled a groan, his dick jumping at the sight.
She moved her head slightly, catching him in the corner of her eye. Turning to face him, Delphi met his gaze. “Hey, Brewer.”
Stomping down the possibility that she was merely drunk and looking for a good time, he leaned over. “What’re you doing here so late?” He looked around but didn’t see the prospect assigned to her protection. “And where’s your bodyguard?”
Sighing, she shook her head. “He’s around somewhere.”
He immediately sensed something was wrong. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Delphi.”
She glanced around, hesitating.
“Tell me.”
