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Interesting — so he was willing to switch to coffee rather than guzzle down more devil’s brew? Furrowing her brow, Resa tilted her head to study him. “You knocked back enough of the hard stuff for one morning?”
“The night lasted a little longer than usual, that’s all.” Grimacing, he shaded his eyes with what she couldn’t help but notice was one hell of a well-formed hand. “Any shutters on these damn straw walls?”
She dragged the portable menu board over the floor a few feet to block out the sunlight streaming onto his muscular biceps. Her hurried movement was mainly to cover up the unexpected pleasure pangs she kept feeling in response to his superb body. An added bonus would be if he didn’t skedaddle in hangover agony before she had an opportunity to question him.
Or work her magic on him, as Clotho had phrased it.
Grabbing a bowl of mixed nuts from behind the bar, she plopped it down in front of him.
One dark eyebrow lifted, and she could swear a growl seethed from between his clamped teeth.
She hurried to explain. “I know you said you wanted bacon and eggs with hot sauce, but…the nuts are salsa flavored.”
“You’re a real giggle, you know that?” He braced his arms on the counter as if about to rise.
Oh my goddess, if he took off she’d have to chase him all over the thirteen hells again. Her palm pressed down on his forearm before she had a chance to reconsider. “Just relax. Honestly, you’re all tense. What you need is a good shoulder massage.” Before he could object, she skittered around behind him.
Her heart thudded at the heat of his flesh beneath her kneading fingers. Not being able to spread her hands all the way over his bulked muscles, she dug in as best she could. The scent of lickable male and good bourbon cast a wave of dizziness over her.
“Mmphhh.” His mumbled groan told her she was doing okay in the newly founded ‘massage a war god’ department.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Paranormal Fantasy Romance