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The corner of his mouth lifted. “Something like that.”
“Of course. Why?” My eyes narrowed.
What are you cooking up inside that head of yours?
He gave me a bland smile that did nothing to assuage my growing suspicions.
Oh, nothing, Little Bird.
Our silent conversation stalled our verbal one. I sighed and opened my mouth, but he spoke over me.
“I remember a very cranky little emu shifter who got seriously shitty because she thought Rafe had replaced her.”
I shrugged and didn’t deny it. “He hiredwell.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“What?”
“I hired James. To work with you and look after you while I did my rounds and looked after the club. I was too chicken shit to tell you, so Rafe took your wrath.” He raised one shoulder and leaned back in his seat, the epitome of relaxation.
“You what?” My mouth dropped open as my face heated. “Oh my God. I gave Rafe so much shit for that. I need to apologize. Likenow.” I scrambled for my phone, but two large hands caught my wrists, stilling my frantic motions.
I blinked at Killian, who was suddenlyright there.I might be his and vice versa, but the man still sent shocks of heat tearing through my body from standing next to me.
“No, you don’t. He knew what he was doing. And I did it again.”
It took me a moment to figure out what he was saying. “You hired a new bartender?” Did we need one? It would be nice to have a night off, now that I had someone to spend my hours with, and the bar did tend to get busy over peak trade. “Okay.”
“Not quite. I mean I replaced you.”
“What?”The frisson of fear that had been my friend for so long tried to kick start somewhere around my heart. “Wait. Be clear with me. Did I just get sacked?”
“Sort of.”
“Great. Shall I walk home?” I deadpanned, knowing he had something more in mind. Hell, I hoped like fuck he had something more.
“You’re my new bar manager.” Killian released my wrists, looking inordinately pleased with himself.
“I already am.” I did inventory, ordering, organized our shifts, set the themed nights for the club.
“No, for real. You can work the bar whenever you want, but you’re officially a Fray manager. Pay raise, set hours. Walk the floor with me. Rafe wants more time to himself with Willow. And I,” he murmured, dipping his head to kiss me stupid. “I need more of you.”
“Okay.”
“Just like that?”
“Did you expect me to object?” I shook my head, my smile bemused at the big lug who thought he’d pulled a rug out from under me.
“No. Do you need time to think about it?” He caught my chin and stared into my eyes.
I lost myself for a longmoment, swaying in his grip. “Nope.”
“Good. Then with that job comes something else.” Killian flicked open the glovebox and pulled out a slim, black pouch with a ribbon tied around it.
I stared at it. “You already spoiled me stupid for my birthday, Killian.”
He offered me the ghost of a strained smile. “This is something different.”
