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“You’ve been here for a week and nothing’s happened.”
“That’s a good thing.”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Stop talking to me. I have work to do.” She whipped her head around so fast that her French braid slapped him in the chest.
He swallowed a groan, as he watched her bend over the table to serve customers. That perfectly round bottom of hers had him looking away fast, before there was a party for one showing in his pants.
When she spun around, her eyes tore across him like spikes. “Your leaving would be a gift.”
“Sorry. Not going anywhere, angel.” Colt rested his elbows on the counter, kicking one ankle in front of the other. “I’d like a large coffee, cream with one sugar and an apricot Danish.”
“Are you for real?” Ellie’s mouth dropped open. “Didn’t you just have one an hour ago?”
“Yes. It was delicious, which is why I want another. Would you like to join me?” Colt winked.
“Not on your life, pal. I’d rather dine with a wake of buzzards.” Ellie slapped a Danish on a plate, then shoved his coffee across the counter. “Don’t choke.” She narrowed her pretty, blue eyes at him.
Colt tossed twenty dollars in the tip jar, before grabbing a stool by the window. He tore a hunk out of the pastry, while thinking about that juicy backside of hers and ways he could really put that long braid of hers to use.
“I think she’s warming up to you.” Lizzie strode out of the kitchen and dropped a second Danish on his plate. “We’re both glad you’re here.”
“You might be, but I don’t think the Ice Princess shares your sentiments. Good thing she doesn’t carry a stun gun. I have a feeling that woman would zap me every chance she got.”
“She’s all bark and no bite.” Lizzie laughed.
He wasn’t so sure that was true.
Lizzie pulled out a stool and sat down. “Why did you offer to do this?”
Colt tore off another hunk of pastry and popped it into his mouth, while he racked his brain for an answer Lizzie would buy. No way was he going to admit that he was drawn to Ellie like a moth to a flame. “You two needed protection and I have the skills necessary to make that happen.”
“But you’re not a cop, like your brother.”
“True. However, I was PSD in the Army for twenty years. And I was damn good at my job.”
“What the heck is PSD?”
“Personal Securities Detail.”
“I see. Are you sure taking this on doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that Ellie is beautiful, smart, hardworking and has the figure of a pin-up girl?”
Colt laughed. “Pin-up girl? Didn’t they go out in the forties?” Images of Ellie, naked on a poster, had him shifting in his seat. Wowza!
“You know what I mean. You like her, don’t you?”
“When she’s not sizing me up for a coffin, she seems alright.” He shrugged.
Lizzie’s eyes danced. “Well, I, for one, think you two would make an amazing couple. You’re not a bear when you’re around her.”
Colt ignored that comment. He picked up his coffee mug, took a big sip, then promptly spit it right back into the cup. “Holy crap!”
“What? Is it too hot?” Lizzie handed him a stack of napkins.
“No. There’s salt in here. Not sugar.” He swiped the disgusting remnants from his mouth. Ellie was behind the counter, facing away from him. There was no mistaking the shaking of her shoulders. Up, down. Up, down. He climbed off of the stool and gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder.
