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War chuckled. “The asshole would be me. Whiskey, we’ll all take a cold one.”
Whiskey nodded and started helping Gage unload the delivery. Remi arched her brow, wondering what was going on.
“When your man was groveling and decided he needed to make up for being a jackass, he sent me to the brothers to find out what it would take for them to allow all of you back in the bar.” Bear paused dramatically and frowned when no one clamored for more. “You all suck sometimes. They requested that they get to sell Bluff Creek Brews at their bar for at least a year and the first order was free.”
Remi slid her hand up to War’s face. This man continued to surprise her. He was the tough president when he needed to be, but he had a soft center where she was concerned. She leaned over, tasting his lips.
Just like every time they touched, his lips had her forgetting she was planning a quick kiss and she wanted to slide her hands under his shirt. The catcalls and laughter had War’s lips pulling back from her.
“To be continued...”
She nodded. Oh yes, they would be continuing as soon as she could get home. She just hoped they made it home and didn’t get caught somewhere along the side of the road. Her man was potent, and she wasn’t sure how long she could wait.
Whiskey and the waitress brought over the beers, handing them out to everyone with Whiskey taking one for himself.
“I’d like to propose a toast. May our memories of regrets be short. May our joy in the moment be sweet and may our partnership be a smooth road. To Bluff Creek Brews and Nelson’s Honkytonk Saloon and Bar.”
Remi took a drink of her beer. Beer wasn’t her favorite but this one had her changing her mind. She wasn’t sure what flavor was making her want more but this might be her new favorite drink. The appetizers were delivered, and they dug in.
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WAR WATCHED HIS WOMANlaughing and chatting with everyone. For a little while, he could enjoy time and not think about their problems. He wasn’t naïve, though. He had a couple of brothers stationed outside the bar watching for any threats.
He was glad he was able to give this to his woman. Although there were other bars in Dodge City, he trusted Whiskey and his brothers to help keep them safe. He’d had Scoop do research on the three brothers, their dad, his brother, and the cousins who owned the bar before having Bear approach about what it would take to allow the sisters back.
Besides the beer, he’d offered all the owners a discount on any work at the brotherhood’s garage for a year. He’d done the numbers. Even with the discount, if they all took him up on it for their motorcycles alone, it would be profitable.
Remington’s hand slid along and patted his arm. He’d never been big on girls who hung all over him but with Remington, he wanted it all. Having her touch him casually was comforting. Of course, if she started rubbing her fingers elsewhere, he’d be adjusting himself. But he would anyway because he planned on dancing with his woman once they finished eating.
He’d take any excuse to hold her close and have her in his arms. She was close to finishing her last bites and the need to have her in his arms was building. He wondered if in twenty years he’d still feel this all-consuming need to have her close. He hoped so. He dreamed of having what his parents had and with Remington, he knew it was possible.
Remington wiped her mouth with her napkin. He turned toward her, leaning close to her ear. “I need to hold you. Will you dance with me?”
At her nod, he stood and had them on the dance floor before anyone at the table could draw them into another conversation.
“Impatient, much?”
Pulling Remington flush against him, he nibbled her ear as he swayed to the music. “Yes,” he whispered. Remington leaned close and licked along his jawline. “Two can play this game. I thought we were dancing, not driving each other insane.”
“Can’t it be both?”
Swaying to the music, having Remi running her hands along his back was perfect. When he came back to Bluff Creek, he’d never imagined he’d be in this place with this woman. They fit, somehow. The next slow song started, and he saw a couple of her sisters talking with the DJ. They’d have a hard time getting the music changed to anything else. He’d paid the DJ ahead of time to have a minimum of six slow songs when he and Remington got on the dance floor.
The DJ must have ratted him out because her sisters were marching over to where they were dancing.
“What the fuck, War?” Jesse screeched. “I finally get in here again and they’re all slow songs.”
“They’re not all slow songs. We have three more left to dance to then he can play anything else. Go grab the guys. They’re not going to say no to holding a woman on the dance floor.”
Jesse stomped off while Winnie glared at War for a minute. “Did Regina put you up to this? She’s trying to get everybody together.”
He shook his head, feeling Remington chuckling into his neck. “No but if I thought I’d win brownie points with her, then I would have. I’ve finally got off of the shit list I was on when I was mean to Remi. I’m not getting back on it. Now, go or I’ll pay him another fifty bucks for more slow songs.”
He chuckled at her attitude. He could see he’d never be bored with having Remington’s sisters involved in their lives. Remington’s hand slid up into his hair, her fingers scratching his scalp.
“Are you laughing at my sisters?”
“Maybe a little. Wondering how much trouble they’ll cause with their antics.”
