“Lucky you,” I said, glancing around.“Tonight’s pretty slow.”
“Exactly what I was hoping for.”
Maggie waved me down, and I headed to refill her drink.A minute later, Britta hollered from the kitchen that food was up.I hustled the plate out to the kids at the table, then slipped behind the bar to serve two new customers.
All the while, I could feel Twister’s eyes on me.
I wasn’t imagining it.Every time I moved, and every time I bent down to grab something, turned to check a bottle, or leaned over the register, I could feel the heat of his gaze.But he didn’t call me over.Didn’t try to talk.He just sipped his drink and watched everything with that calm, dangerous air he always carried.
I filled his glass twice more, both times without asking.He gave me a low thanks each time, and that was it.No chatter.No flirting.
So he really had come in just to think.
Fine.
But I couldn’t stand watching him sit there without food.He was built like a damn Norse god, and there was no way that kind of body ran on whiskey alone.
I ducked into the kitchen.
“Hey, Britta,” I called.“Need one Wisconsin Burger.Double patties, cheddar, mayo, onion rings, curds, full monstrosity.And fries.”
Britta gave me a side-eye from the grill.“He ordered something more than a drink?”
“Nope.”
She raised an eyebrow.“Girl, it’s about damn time a man catches your attention.I’m pretty excited that it’s a hot biker.”
I rolled my eyes.“No one has caught my attention.”
“Right,” she muttered.“And I’m the new pope.”
She pointed the spatula in the direction of the bar.“You want that man, and I am saying right here and now that you better let that man taste the rainbow.”
I blinked at her.“Is that some new slang I haven’t heard?”
She shrugged.“Nah.Just heard a Skittles commercial earlier.Guess it stuck with me, but it works.Let that man have a little taste of Tempi.”
I laughed and shook my head.“How about you just make him a burger, and he can taste that, okay?”
“You’re no fun,” she pouted, but she flipped the patties and got to work.
I returned to the bar and made the rounds until Britta called that the food was up.I grabbed the plate and brought it over to Twister.
He looked at the monster burger and then at me.“What’s this?”
“You need to eat.”
He tilted his head.“Why?”
“Because I’m a responsible bar owner,” I said.“And if you want another whiskey, you’re going to have to eat something.”
He studied the plate.“That is more than something, doll.”
“Yeah, it is,” I said.“But I promise it’s delicious.”
He picked up a fry and popped it into his mouth.“I never doubted that it wasn’t.You working all night?”he asked as he chewed.
I nodded.“Till close.”
