Page 24 of Seductive Nights

"Oh!" Hanna exclaimed.

Grace grinned and leaned down to smell the flowers. When she stood up, she glanced around and saw none of the other tables had flowers.

"You are very thoughtful."

"It’s my pleasure. What can I get for you?"

Grace smiled. "I'd like a glass of that red wine you have that I enjoy so much."

He nodded and chuckled. "A Merlot for Grace. And what can I get for you, Hanna?"

She smiled. "I'll take a Moscato, please."

He hustled to the bar to fill their orders.

When he delivered their drinks, Hanna said, "I invited Margo and her sister Carley here. They're going to sit with us tonight. I hope that's not a problem."

He froze slightly at Margo's name, but put a smile on his face. "Not a problem for me."

His heart beat a little faster when she mentioned Margo, and he hoped she was in a good mood. He didn't want to have another word match with her tonight. Certainly not while Hanna and Grace were here.

He began greeting guests, filling drink orders, and running around when he saw the tall redhead come in by herself. She sat at a table on the opposite side of the beach from where his friends’ wives were. But he couldn't help but notice that she was watching him everywhere he went.

After a while, it became distracting. A feeling of unease crawled through him. Taking a deep breath, he made his way over to her table. "Hello there. What can I get you to drink?"

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders again. The word fake popped into his head. She was fake.

"I'll take..." She pursed her lips in a pouty fashion, "What is your special?"

"We have our Sandbar Punch which is a rum punch."

"That's what I want. The Sandbar Punch."

"Will do, coming right up." He sauntered back to the bar, stopping at tables along the way to say hello or check on drinks.

He ordered the Sandbar Punch from Mason, which was nothing more than adding ice to a glass, pouring the punch from the large dispenser, and adding the garnishes that were already made up.

He took a couple more drink orders while Mason prepared the Sandbar Punch then went back to get it.

He set the tropical drink in front of her. "Do you want to start a tab or pay right away?"

She smiled, lifted her right shoulder, and tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the table. "I'll pay you right away." She tugged on the bottom of his shirt and winked.

He took her money and hustled to the bar to make the change. When he returned with her change, he set it on the table and hurried to Hanna and Grace's table across the beach. As he approached, he saw Margo and her sister had arrived. And he smiled as brightly as he could. "Evening, ladies. Can I get you something to drink?"

Carley smiled. "I'd like that special drink with the pineapple in it."

He grinned. "That's our special, the Sandbar Punch."

Carley nodded. "I want one of those."

He chuckled and turned his eyes to Margo. She smiled, though it didn't look genuine, and he tried not to let that throw him. "I'd like a glass of Moscato, please."

"You got it, coming right up."

He hustled back to the bar to place their orders with Mason. Theresa was inside, waiting for an order to be filled. "Hey, can you take care of the redhead at table twenty-two?"

She smiled. "Sure. Is she a little handsy?"

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