Page 60 of Wild Rush Of Love
“Yes, boss.” He saluted him.
Cam rolled his eyes, turned away, and stumbled a little before finding his balance. “Make that two,” he called as he all but dragged his practically passed-out burden from the bar.
Rush scanned the room. Things had been hopping earlier but it was a slow now. One guy sat in the corner nursing the same bourbon he’d held three hours ago. A couple made out in the other corner, the champagne they’d consumed in celebration of their engagement long gone.
Then there was the group of four women out to forget all about husbands, children, housework. They were regulars and Rush knew them all by name.
By his calculation, Cam would be back in fifteen minutes, enough time for Rush to restock the refrigerators before he poured his boss that drink.
He made a quick mental note of what he needed and headed into the storeroom. He hoisted a case of Blue Moon and grabbed two bottles of champagne—to replace the ones the newly engaged had consumed—and headed back out.
He didn’t notice the woman at the end of the bar, didn’t look that way until she spoke—and everything inside him stilled.
Sucking air into lungs that had turned into vacuums, Rush placed the two bottles of champagne on the bar and lowered the case to the floor at his feet. Only then did he turn to see if perhaps he’d finally lost his mind.
“Sabreena.”
She gave him a finger wave and a wobbly smile.
“Reena?” He took a step toward her. “I…”
“Hi.” Her smile fell a little. “Um, so, I—”
He vaulted the bar so fast his head spun. Then again, that could be the woman in front of him.
“Reena.” She was in his arms, pressed against his chest so tight he was certain she couldn’t breathe, but he couldn’t let her go. Not yet.
“Rush.” Pushing against him, she managed to put some space between them. Laughing, she looked up at him. “I guess that means youarehappy to see me. That stunned mullet face had me worried for a moment.”
“What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining, but you aren’t supposed to be coming up here until next weekend.” Fuck. She was in his arms. He’d missed holding her so much he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let go anytime soon.
“There’s been a change of plans.” She studied him closely. “How would you feel about seeing me more often than every other week?”
“Reena,” he lowered his forehead to hers, “I’d be happy to see you every second of my life, but—”
“Okay.” She grinned at him. “But I’m not sure your boss would be happy if I came to work with you.”
“What?”
“Also, do you think it would be all right if I stayed with you, or should I book a room until I find somewhere else?”
“Find somewhere…” He let her go, but only so he could grab her face in his hands. “What are you talking about?”
“I need somewhere to stay.”
“You’ll stay with me until you go home.”
“Ah, well, about that…” She shrugged. “I discovered something when you left last week. Something I’d never realized—and something that changed everything.”
“Okay.” She wasn’t making sense, and Rush wanted to let her get to whatever it was she was trying to say, he really did, he just couldn’t wait another minute to get his mouth on hers. So when she opened her mouth to speak, he took full advantage and kissed her.
Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, her fingers toying with his hair. He removed his hands from her face and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet. Turning, he planted her ass on the bar and nudged her knees apart to make room for him to move in close.
“Well. I’m not sure what’s worse. Being fondled by a drunken guest in an elevator, or finding my bar manager groping a guest on top of said bar.”
Rush tore his mouth from Reena’s. Breathing hard, he stared into her heavy-lidded eyes and smiled. “You’re here.”
“I’m here.”
