Page 54 of High Value Target

“My bodyguard. He’s stuck to me like glue. Daddy hired him.”

“I see.” Juan shook a finger at Grady. “You take care of Miss Wyatt.”

“Yes, sir.”

He took their order, left, and returned with their drinks.

“I see you. I’m watching you.” Juan glared at Grady.

“I’m watching you, too, ol’ man.”

Juan grinned. “I like a man who stands up for himself.”

“You’re lookin’ at one, then.”

Juan elbowed Tinsley. “I like him better than that last one you brought in here. The one who shoved his plate aside, acting like my food wasn’t good enough for him.”

“Okay, thanks, Juan.”

He jerked a thumb at her, his words for Grady. “That look? That means she wants me to leave her alone.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

He left.

“Last guy?” Grady queried.

“Palmer.”

Grady snorted his drink. “You brought Palmer here? And it didn’t go over? Why am I not surprised?”

She balled up her napkin and threw it at him.

He studied her, then the room. “It’s like you’re two different people. I never know who I’m going to get with you. The snob or the angel.”

“Angel? Hardly.”

“You have your moments. I’ve seen them. Like at that children’s hospital.”

“That’s just for the charity.”

“Bullshit. That was real.”

She looked uncomfortable.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Juan returned and set shot glasses filled with a golden liquor. “My best tequila. On the house.”

“Thank you.” Grady lifted his glass. Juan nodded and returned to the kitchen. Grady looked at Tinsley. “To the hard-working men who do backbreaking work, all so you and I can fill our gas tanks.”

She giggled. “I’ll drink to that.”

They clinked glasses, and Grady downed his, surprised when Tinsley threw hers back like a pro.

“Not your first rodeo?”

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