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I laughed and hiccuped. “Something about the health of a salmon, a large penis, and dying in Ireland.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I guess you win.”
Boone and Wells thought of their toasts while I listened to them and secretly enjoyed the heat of Remington’s thigh against mine. It’d been a long time since I’d let myself drink. With my family history, it wasn’t something I did often, so I was a lightweight when I did it. That proved to still be true as I hiccuped again and realized I needed to pee.
“I need to go to the restroom.” I looked up at Remington and sighed as I looked at his perfect face. It really wasn’t fair.
He slid out of the booth and offered me his hand. “I’ll walk you.”
I stood on shaky legs and shook my head. “You stay. I’m fine.”
I slipped away before he could argue and hurried through my bathroom business. I stared at my reflection as I washed my hands and winced at the smeared mascara under my eyes. Cleaning it up as best as I could, I pushed out of the bathroom and stumbled into a hard chest. “Oopsy.”
“You okay?” Remington held both of my upper arms in his big hands and leaned down slightly to look at me. “You nearly wiped out.”
I noticed that his tie was askew and reached up to straighten it. At least that’s what I meant to do. When my fingers unknotted the silky material and started working it loose, I realized the plan had changed. “I fall all the time. I’m clumsy. Maybe I should’ve put that on my application. Would you have still wanted me if I’d admitted how clumsy I am?”
He swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed against my knuckles. “Yes, Memphis, I still would’ve wanted you.”
I brushed his throat with my fingertips, fascinated by the strength there. He was strong all over. Pressed against him like I was right then, I could feel the hardness of his body against my softness. “That’s cool.”
His mouth moved up in a smile as he caught my hands and lowered them to my sides. Pulling away, he raked his eyes over my body and then yanked his tie the rest of the way off. Balling it up in his fist, he took another step back. “Let’s get you back to the table.”
I looked down at my feet, feeling embarrassed by how touchy I’d been. “Okay.”
I hurried across the bar with the feeling of hell’s hounds nipping at my feet. I heard Remington release a growl that sounded animalistic before following me. Closely. When I slid into the booth, he was nearly on top of me.
Boone looked at me and grinned. “You can’t hang, Memphis. You’re already going glassy-eyed.”
I pouted. “I am not.”
Wells leaned forward and lightly tapped my chin. “Let us know if you need to go.”
A song I knew and loved came on and I didn’t resist the need to move to the music. I sang along with Dolly and let myself go.
13.
***Boone***
Iturnedinthebooth completely to watch Memphis dance to whatever country song was playing. It all sounded the same to me, but when I watched Memphis roll her body from a seated position, I suddenly loved country music. She sounded like a couple of drunks fighting in the alley behind the bar, but her face was lit up with happiness and the sounds she made didn’t matter.
Watching the woman who’d blushed while talking to us dance like a well-paid stripper in a sweet sundress was a new kink for me. I was harder than I could ever remember being and I had to sit back to keep from reaching out and grabbing Memphis. She was sweet and wholesome, in her floral sundresses, but she was moving her curvy body like she’d ride a man for the gold.
She ran her hands through her hair, leaving it messy, and bit her lip before letting out a sexy little sigh. As the song came to an end, she opened her eyes and focused on me. Her mouth opened in a smile as she leaned closer. “Boone.”
I leaned in. “Memphis.”
She reached up and tapped my nose lightly. “Boop.”
Remy’s laughter was as surprising as it was warming. He’d been so serious for so long. Hearing him laugh again made Memphis booping my nose okay.
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Did you just boop me?”
She cupped my cheek and scratched her fingers through my beard. “I like your beard. It’s soft, but still a little prickly. I bet it feels great.”
I wanted to press my face into her hand and purr like a goddamn cat. Her fingers felt amazing on me. Her last sentence made me snort out a surprised laugh. “Excuse me?”
She sat back and ended up leaning against Remy. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
