Page 69 of Challenged by the Single Dad

This was not good.

Not good at all. He was playing a very dangerous game, and yet, when he re-entered the bar where Logan was slicing lemons, all he could think about was how he desperately wanted to taste Chloe between her legs.

“I thought you were going to get ice,” Logan said. “Where did you go, Antarctica? You were gone for a while.”

“I, uh … I had to have a couple of important phone calls.” He glanced at his watch. “Bar opens in twenty minutes. How are you feeling?”

Logan nodded. “Pretty good, actually.”

“Yeah?”

Logan shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, there are always first day jitters at a new job, but I’m good at bartending. I’m good with people. It’s not like you’re throwing me into the brewery and asking me to …” He scrunched up his face. “I don’t even know what it is Clint does to make beer. Grind the barley?”

Dom snorted. “Clint doesn’t even letmetouch his beer. And whenever Jagger says he’s going to help, Clint freaks out and just says he’ll do it himself.”

“Anyway, I appreciate the opportunity to not only prove myself to you guys, but to actually carve out a new life here. I’m done with Boston. Just because my last name is ‘Conroy’ doesn’t mean I have to do what the Conroys tell me to do.”

Dom was about to open his mouth when the kitchen door swung open, and Renée and Jillian stepped into the bar, laughing.

Renée stopped abruptly when she spotted Logan, causing Jillian to crash into her back. “Dude,” Jillian grumbled. “What the hell?”

“Hello,” Logan said with a big smile and a goofy wave.

“Uh … hi,” Renée said, stars in her gray eyes.

“Logan, this is Renée and Jillian. They’ll be the afternoon servers. Ladies, this is Logan, my cousin. He’s coming on as another bartender, since you said you hate bartending so much, Renée.”

Logan stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you both.”

Pink filled Renée’s pale cheeks and for once, it seemed the young woman was speechless.

“Nice to meet you too,” Jillian said, not nearly as twitterpated as Renée. “Where are you from?”

“Boston. I just got here last night.”

“You’re not staying at the hostel, are you?” Jillian asked. Then she focused her attention on Dom. “Did you hear what happened?”

He needed to play this carefully. “I heard something. What did you hear?”

“That the front desk guy, Joey, let some rando into a private room so he could use the shower, and then the person who was renting the private room came back and found the rando in her shower. Like, how creepy is that?”

“I feel bad for the woman who was renting the private room.” Then Renée’s eyes went wide. “Wait a sec. Chloe was staying at the hostel and had a private room. You don’t think?”

Dom was never very good at steeling his emotions so people couldn’t read them on his face. The women caught on.

“Fuck. Poor Chloe,” Jillian murmured. “Where’s she staying now?”

“We’ve got her in Cabin Four,” Dom said.

“Oh, that’s awesome. God, she must feel so violated.” Renée shook her head.

But all Dom could think about was how much Chloe seemed to enjoy it whenheviolated her earlier. In fact, she’d begged for it.

“Right, Dom?”

“Dom?”

Snap! Snap!“Earth to Dom. You okay?” Renée snapped her fingers in front of his face.

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