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decision to take off was personal,” he replied.
    “Let me guess. You have a problem with women in positions of power.”
    “Depends on the position, I guess,” he answered her, quickly adding, “And if that were the case, I wouldn’t be standing here now.”
    “Aren’t you a funny guy?” she asked. “I was shocked Patience hired you back. She’s a tough one.” When he didn’t respond and appeared unmoved, she added, “You weren’t missed, by the way. The customers rarely asked about you.”
    His smile widened. He probably didn’t believe her, but he appeared amused by her obvious effort to try her hand at insults, lame as they were.
    Prior to leaving town, Tristan was as eagerly pursued as Bailey. The two bartenders boosted business. The women loved them both. After someone noticed Tristan hadn’t been around, the whole town buzzed with disappointment. A few female patrons even called to make inquiries. Several asked for a forwarding address and phone number.
    “Anyway,” she continued, antsy under his scrutiny. “I thought you should know.”
    He grunted. “Careful, Ansley, upbraiding remarks from you could tarnish my silver ego.”
    “Silver is it? Oohlala, and here I thought that cocksure attitude was golden plated, supported by diamonds in the rough.”
    He tilted his head and gave her one of those smiles that typically made a woman melt. Ansley wasn’t chocolate. He could save his efforts.
    “So you’re working today? To what do we owe the pleasure?” Tristan asked.
    “I do my best to please the staff.”
    “That’s up for discussion,” he muttered.
    The fan on the cooling unit kicked into high gear, and she was immediately aware of the way the whoosh of cold played havoc on her nipples, spiking to where they were easily visible under her thin cotton shirt. She shuddered, but she wasn’t entirely convinced the brisk air was the problem. In fact, Tristan’s last remark presented unavoidable issues. She was amicable to her staff, but apparently their satisfaction, or at least Tristan’s, was debatable due to the multilayers of individual expectation.
    Tristan was a good worker, but he made her uneasy. If she were in the market for a man, she might consider her angst a good thing. Instead, whenever Tristan was around, her nerve endings danced, and that provided a warning sign she couldn’t ignore. The first day she’d met him brought about disastrous consequences, and she’d been on pins and needles ever since.
    Okay, so maybe their first introduction wasn’t entirely devastating, but their meeting provided a definite wakeup call. She and Tristan had a strong chemistry from day one, and the way she’d responded to him was alarming.
    Her mind traveled back to the morning she first saw him. After a brief and informal introduction, she’d spent the better part of the afternoon and evening fantasizing about all the ways they could entertain one another. In fact, she’d raised more than a glass to celebrate their initial greeting. Soon after they shook hands and swapped names, she’d slipped behind her office door and whipped out the trusty old dildo in his honor.
    The fantasies were short-lived. He’d placed an invisible barrier between them. Tristan deliberately steered clear whenever they worked together. Soon after he gained a Clink timecard, he disappeared to handle some personal business.
    His absence was felt, but she’d never admit how much his departure affected her. She’d even driven by the hotel where he’d supposedly stayed, circling the property on numerous occasions in hopes of spotting his vehicle. Come to think of it, she practically stalked him, or the memory of him.
    Goodness gracious. She should’ve celebrated his return. He saved her the trouble of hiring a huge team of private investigators.
    Whatever his reasons for leaving in the first place, he came back, and that was all that mattered. Ansley believed, given the way he often looked at her, she was part of