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around, she spotted him and realized the same thing that he had, they were the only two left, with the exception of Jack, who was in the back with his cash drawer.
    Neither one spoke. Thor's eyes dropped, attracted by the subtle tapping of her fingers along the pool stick. Nervousness or indecision? Thor pondered her small action.
    He was enjoying the moment, observing her without the earlier crowd hovering around. His eyes lowered further and he took in her small feet, which were slipped inside a pair of decorative flip-flops. The view of the pale pink polish coating her naked toes and the plain gold band surrounding her second toe was downright erotic. Her sexy jewelry caused a feeling of intimacy in him. Dragging his gaze higher he took in the silky smooth expanse of her legs until his view ended at the hem of her light green skirt that reached mid-thigh. He'd never had an opinion of whether he liked his women in skirts or pants, but on Princess Liza, it was definitely skirts.
    Scanning past her skirt and now covered midriff, Thor paused at her breasts, which were held captive by her form-fitting top. Full breasts, with erect nipples. Evidence of arousal or a biological response to the air conditioner?
    "Are you finished?"
    Her sultry voice forced his eyes to return to her face. Glad she'd grabbed his attention, because soon his cock would have shown her exactly what he was ready to finish.
    "With what?" he responded.
    Rolling her eyes, she said, "Ogling me."
    Angling his head, he raised a single eyebrow in her direction. "I wasn't ogling. I was appreciating the view."
    She made a sucking sound between her teeth and turned away from him. "Well, I hope you got your fill, Officer Zeller."
    "Thor."
    Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed him. "Excuse me."
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    "My name is Thor or Brad."
    She settled the pool stick in the case, which was attached to the wall. "Don't tell me, Officer Zeller, you don't take your duty to the county seriously?"
    Still resting against the bar, Thor stretched his arms out along the top. "I take my job very seriously. But, when I'm off, I'm off."
    "Gotcha," she said, walking over to one of the tables to retrieve her purse.
    "I thought you weren't finished playing."
    Stopping with her purse clutched under an arm, Liza stared at him. "Everyone's gone. All of my friends left. It's a little hard to play the game alone."
    Piercing her with a direct look, Thor asked, "What's wrong, you afraid to play someone who could truly give you a little competition?"
    "Who's that, Jack?"
    Taking note of the light in her eyes, it was evident to Thor she was being playful.
    Pulling out money from his jeans pocket, Thor laid it on the counter and rose from the stool. "If Jack can beat you then I know I'd spank that sexy ass of yours all over this bar."
    Looking passed his shoulder, she said, "Jack, did you here that? He thinks he's better than you."
    "I heard 'im," Jack responded, coming further into the bar from his office. "I'd prove him wrong if I wasn't headin' home."
    "Any day, Jack," glancing in Jack's direction, Thor challenged good-naturedly. Looking back at Liza, he asked, "So, you game, princess?"
    "Didn't you hear the man? He said he was going home.
    Which means we'll have to find out who's better another day. Oh, wel—"
    "Don't let me stand in the way of a fair competition." Jack tossed Thor keys. "Lock up when you leave. I'll stop by your house and get the keys from you in the morning."
    With sure hands, Thor caught them. "Will do."
    "But—"
    Both men ignored her protest.
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    "By the way, you can put that money back in your pocket."
    Pushing his backside against the door to press it open, Jack finished, "You know it's no good here."
    "Don't worry, Jack, it's not for the owner. It's for the bartender." Thor beamed a smile at him.
    Laughing and shaking his head, Jack left.
    Thor followed him out and switched the bolt to the locked position. Sliding the keys into his back pocket,