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“No,” Adrienne insists. “I promise, I’m good. There’s no reason for him to come in. I can finish my shift.”

He seems torn, watching her intently. “All right, but if you start to hurt or feel bad, you have to tell me.”

She nods. “You got it.”

He sighs. “I’ll watch the bar while you run to the restroom. Take your time.”

She takes off toward the hallway, and the moment she slips inside the restroom, Jasper turns his gaze my way. “I don’t like this.”

“I’ll keep my eye on her.”

He stares at me for several seconds before nodding. “If she so much as complains of a headache, I want to know.”

“Of course. I’ll be right here and help her.”

“Once I get the kitchen closed, I’ll send her home and close down this side.” He walks away, returning to the kitchen and leaving me standing behind the bar.

“You guys okay for a minute?” I ask the patrons, who all nod. “I’ll be right back.”

Then, I take off for the restroom.

To make sure Adrienne’s all right.

Chapter Twelve

Adrienne

Damn. My entire body hurts.

Not to mention, my backside is tender and I’m sure there’s a nice little goose egg on the back of my head. But nothing is broken, thankfully, and while there’s nothing more embarrassing than falling in front of a hot guy, I suppose all in all, it could have been a lot worse.

I take a few minutes to use the toilet, and just as I’m flushing, I hear the door open. I secure the button and zipper on my jeans before sliding open the lock on the stall door and stepping out. I stop in my tracks when I find Caden standing there, leaning against the door as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“Um, you know this is the ladies’ restroom, right?”

He gives me that cocky smile. “Not my first ladies’ restroom, sugar.”

I can’t help but snort as I make my way to the sink to wash my hands. “I bet not.”

As I dry my hands using the hand dryer, I turn to point my wet ass at the heat and find him approaching. He runs his hands up my arms, letting them rest at my neck. “Are you all right?” His words are thick with concern.

“Yes. My ass is sore, but thankfully no one will be able to see that at the wedding.”

His eyes remain steadfast. “If you’re not feeling up to it on Saturday, you don’t have to go.”

“Of course I’m going,” I insist, tossing the paper towel into the trash can.

He sighs, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. This time, however, it doesn’t feel so much like the caress I’m used to. This time, they’re full of worry and apprehension. “That scared the shit out of me.”

I can’t help but grin. “I don’t recommend it.”

“The only time I like to see you fall is over the edge when I’m making you come.”

Blood swooshes through my veins, and I can feel my nipples pebble. “Now that you mention it, that just so happens to be my favorite way to fall.”

He grins. “You’re sure you’re good?”

“Yes, Dad, I’m fine. Come on, I need to get back to work.” Before he can reply, I walk past him and open the door. I ignore the tinge of discomfort in my back and neck, as well as the eyes on me as I return to my post. “Sorry, everyone. Who needs a drink?”

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