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Inwardly, I groaned and cursed my sister for keeping Dad’s old publicity picture up.
“Sure is,” I said, looking over my shoulder only to be confronted by the most ridiculous version of my father. Wearing his pro wrestling get up, standard trunks in the colors of the French Flag, a scarf tied around his neck and yes…dear God, yes…a beret.
That beret had been ruining my sex life since I had a sex life to ruin.
It was no wonder my sister and I had to become professional athletes just to live it down.
“You’re a professional wrestling fan?” I asked.
“My brother was as a kid. Huge. Why do you have Mon Ami’s picture?” she asked. “He was kind of a B level guy, wasn’t he?”
Oh God. Dad would die if he heard that out of a beautiful woman’s mouth. I couldn’t wait to tell Wendy about it later.
“When his career was over he bought this bar,” I said and left it at that. “So, where are you-”
Before I could even get the subject changed, Liv pushed her now empty glass forward on the bar.
“Another gin and tonic?” I asked, hopefully. For someone who’d claimed exhaustion not an hour ago, I suddenly felt alive.
“I’m a one and done girl.”
“I hope that doesn’t apply to…everything.”
She blinked and I waited to see if she thought I was charming or creepy.
But she laughed, shook her head and pushed herself off the stool. “See you around, Dillon.”
“You need me to walk you home, Liv?”
“No thank you, but nice try.”
I shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy. Hey, bring your A-game tomorrow. I’m coming for retribution.”
She gave me a jaunty finger salute and I returned the gesture.
Wendy came up behind me as I watched Liv make her way through the dwindling crowd. She stopped to look at the mermaid painting with the creepy crossed eyes.
“We have to get rid of that picture of Dad, Wendy. It’s ruining my sex life.”
“No way,” Wendy said. “If that picture ruins your sex life, you have a terrible sex life. Locals love it.”
“I hate it,” I said, as Liv’s excellent ass walked out the door.
“She’s cute,” Wendy noted.
“Yeah. She is.”
“And she really doesn’t know who you are?”
She could have been lying. But nothing about her felt like a lie.
“I don’t think so.”
Either way, I was showing up tomorrow at the rink to find out.
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Liv
