Page 32 of Broken Rules
Roger shrugged. “Joe could always surprise us. Maybe she’s his ‘Ms. Right’.”
“Yeah, Ms. Right out the door.”
Roger cupped his hands and shouted after their boss, his voice carrying over the din of the packed bar. “Hey Joe, I’ll be at your house later to steal your newest royal heirloom.”
Joe flashed Roger another smile before leading his newest conquest upstairs.
Savannah stiffened. “What are you talking about? What royal heirloom?”
Roger raised a brow at her. “Didn’t you see his Facebook post a couple weeks ago about his great uncle dying?”
Savannah shook her head. “You know I’m not a social media girl.”
“Joe posted a photo of himself standing next to a painting his uncle left him in his will. It’s hanging in his living room above the mantle.”
Savannah shrugged, trying to appear only partially interested. “Sounds like typical Joe. I bet he posts those workout selfies to show off his abs, too.”
Roger smiled. “I see nothing wrong with those, but you’re missing my point. I looked into it. The painting is worth a lot of money.”
“How much are we talking?”
“I don’t know, maybe a million dollars, and there it is for anyone to see.” Roger started waving his hands in the air and continued in an attention-seeking tone. “Hey, look at me and my priceless painting, and here is exactly where interested parties can find it, in case any thieves are looking for a good art heist.”
Her heart drummed in her ears. Now, she knew what Damien must have been planning to steal.
“I’ll take another,” a guy with a medium build in a navy Polo shirt said from the corner of the bar, drawing her attention. Happy for the distraction, she nearly sprinted toward him.
“You got it,” she said, whisking his empty away.
He looked at her through trendy, horn-rimmed glasses. “Just another lager.”
She pulled a chilled pint glass from the cooler and poured his drink. “Here you go,” she said, placing it down in front of him.
He smiled, revealing an adorable gap in his front teeth. “Keep the change.”
She turned to the register and cashed out the bill, putting the change in the tip jar. It was then she noticed, they were low on quarters. Lifting the drawer out, she reached toward the back to grab a new roll.
“Can I order a drink?” someone said behind her.
“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she called out impatiently, straining to reach the roll that was lodged in the back.
“Thanks, Savannah.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and whirled around, the quarters forgotten, along with every other thought in her head.
Piercing amber-brown eyes locked with hers. She swallowed hard.
Dear God above, he was gorgeous.
Damien’s dark hair fell carelessly across his brow. His strong chin was sprinkled with dark stubble. His lips were so full and soft and so very kissable.
“What are you doing here—” she’d started to say, walking away from the register, but she’d forgotten the drawer was balancing on the edge. It fell to the ground with a clatter.
“Oh, crap,” she said, blushing.
“You, okay,” Roger asked, glancing over his shoulder at her, two finished mojitos in his hands.
“Yes,” she said, bending over to pick up the coins that had fallen out. She stood straight and slid the drawer back in place, then shut the register. “I’m fine.”
