Page 8 of Sexy Summer Flings (Bear Mountain Rescue 2)

“Two, please. Penny, you know Winter, right?”

“I grew up here. I know everyone.”

Hunter was blown away by her hostility, and Winter looked at him with wide eyes as Penny went to grab the whiskey bottle from the shelf.

“What the hell did you do to her?”

Hunter had a feeling he could guess, but he didn’t want to admit it. He wasn’t going to tell Winter about his reaction to the way Penny had called him Dad, or that he’d almost, for just a split second, thought about kissing her.

So instead, he settled on the answer that didn’t make his stomach drop to the floor.

“I have no idea.”

Chapter 4

Trent Bush sat back in his chair, sipping on his beer as he watched Penny move behind the bar. Damn, she was hot, especially when she was threatening him. He didn’t know why, but poking at her was too much fun and a major turn-on, especially when her blue eyes turned all smoky.

His gaze shifted to Hunter Gracin. Doctor. Handsome. Clueless. If Hunter didn’t know that Penny was completely into him, then he was the only one. Trent learned a lot from just observing the people in Bear Mountain, and one of Penny’s best qualities was that she didn’t hide her emotions well.

And right now, she might as well be fuming.

Dr. Dreamy was chatting up some brunette, but Trent caught him glancing toward Penny a couple times during the conversation. Regardless of whatever was going on there, neither one of them was acting on it.

The question was: If Penny wasn’t dating the good doctor, and she was available, then why wouldn’t she give Trent the time of day?

He knew he wasn’t perfect boyfriend material, but he could show her a damn good time. Help loosen her up. She was wound tight, and he couldn’t figure out why. He’d heard stories from the other guys about the Wild Davises. It seemed that Penny and her brothers used to get into all kinds of scrapes, but since the twins had left for the military, Penny must have started to live her life on the down low.

“Hey, Trent, you want to play?” his buddy Lance asked, holding out a pool cue.

Trent set his beer glass on the table and stood up. “Naw, I’m good. Thanks, though.”

He headed toward the opposite end of the bar from where the doc was sitting, and leaned his forearms on the cool, shiny wood. He waited for Penny to head in his direction, smirking as her expression changed from mild annoyance to a dark scowl.

“You have a full pitcher of beer, so what do you want? I’m busy, if you can’t tell.”

“I want an order of chicken wings…and your phone number.”

Penny snorted. “I’ll get you the wings, but as for my number, you can kiss my ass.”

“I’m trying to get there.”

Penny huffed and placed her hands on the bar, leaning toward him. “Geez, does this actually work for you? All this charm and cuteness? Do the girls just fall over themselves to give you their panties?”

“No, but I don’t normally have to work this hard to convince a woman to give me a chance.” Penny scoffed, but Trent wasn’t ready to give up. “I was thinking we should go out, only once, and if you don’t have a good time, I’ll never bother you again.” Trent nodded down the ba

r to where Hunter was staring at them. “Besides, the best way to get his attention is to introduce a little friendly competition.”

“Him who?” Penny asked.

Trent scoffed. “No need to play dumb, kitten. You haven’t taken your eyes off the doc since the moment he walked in.”

“I told you there is nothing going on between me and Hunter—”

“Then there’s no reason why you can’t say yes.”

“Maybe I don’t like you.”

“Now, we both know that’s not true.” He leaned closer, grinning when she didn’t step back. “Come on, kitten. You know you wanna play with me.”

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