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ramped-up beat of her pulse in her cunt. Why on earth in the midst of this
crisis did her hormones suddenly decide to take a walk on the wild side?
    “He and Frenchy sure don’t look anything alike,” she told
her sister.
    “I know. Hot, isn’t he? Every woman in the county’s been
trying to get his attention.” Bec looked up from studying the menus. “And this
seems to work out for both of them.” She gave her sister a knowing look and her
mouth curved in a tiny smile. “Go on and introduce yourself to him, Soph. You
know Frenchy always had a soft spot for you. You can ask him to pass along your
greetings.”
    “No.” Sophia shook her head. “No need to.”
    “Chicken. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a good-looking
man.”
    “Of course not.” She buried herself in the menu.
    “Come on.” Rebecca set her menu down and pushed against
Logan to slide out of the booth. “Let’s go say hello. It will take your mind
off the meeting we just had.” She made a face. “And the one tomorrow morning.
Besides, I want to ask about his almost-uncle.”
    “I don’t think—”
    “Right. Don’t think.” She grabbed her sister’s hand and
practically dragged her out of the booth. “He doesn’t bite. I promise.”
    Sophia reluctantly let herself be towed across the room by
her sister. Her instincts were telling her she was stepping into a danger zone.
    Get it together, Black. He’s just some bartender you’ll
never see again after this gig.
    The man was polishing a small area of the bar with a cloth
when Rebecca rapped on the heavy wood to get his attention.
    “Saw you come in, Bec.” His voice had a low, smoky sound to
it. “You surely do bring this place some class.”
    Rebecca laughed. “Well, now you can double it. This is my
sister. Sophia Black, meet Clint Beaudine.”
    He dropped the rag, swiped his hand on the leg of his jeans
and held it across the bar. “The pleasure is all mine.”
    Sophia put her small hand in his large one and nearly jumped
at the electric shock that ran through her arm and into her body. She looked at
Clint and saw the same reaction reflected in his eyes, an amber-flecked hazel.
He squeezed her hand lightly before releasing it.
    “A real pleasure.” His words were like a caress skating over
her skin.
    Sophia couldn’t take her eyes from him. She couldn’t
remember a time, ever, that a man had affected her this way.
    “Soph?” Rebecca gave her a gentle nudge. “You still with
us?”
    Had she just spaced out over this man? In front of her
sister? Great. Just great. She gave herself a mental shake.
    “Yes. I’m sorry. Nice to meet you. I was sorry to hear about
your uncle. Frenchy’s lucky you’re here to stay with him,” she said. “Give him
a hand.”
    Clint shrugged, the powerful muscles flexing beneath his
shirt. “I’m just glad I needed a place to hang out while he needed help.”
    “How is he coming along?” Rebecca asked.
    He grinned, and Sophie nearly melted at the dimple that
flashed. “Getting cranky, so I know he’s better. I’d say it won’t be too long
before he’ll be pushing me to let him come in here. At least for a couple hours
a day.”
    “But you’ll be here with him, right?” Rebecca asked.
    “Probably. I’ll stay until he doesn’t need me anymore.”
    He picked up the bar rag again and went back to polishing
the same spot, but his heated gaze was still on Sophia. She had the distinct
feeling he was mentally stripping away her clothing, his amber-flecked eyes
devouring her as if he hadn’t eaten for a week and she was a gourmet meal.
    “Well, that’s very nice of you.” God, how dull could she
sound? “Frenchy always took good care of all of us from the barracks whenever
we came in here.”
    “If I can interrupt the social circle, I need some refills.”
The waitress had come back up to the bar, nodding to Rebecca and looking at
Sophia with open curiosity then plunked her tray down on the bar.
    “Sure thing,