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crunched an ice cube and eyed the pile of cash in front of her. “So? How’d you do?”
    “Well, I didn’t make as much as Mandy, but she is a professional. After I tipped Deke…” Willow’s hand froze. “Shoot, was I supposed to tip out to you too? Is that standard?”
    “Depends on the bar. Back home, the waitresses usually give me a cut, even when I get my own tips. Some nights, I make more than they do.”
    “Did you make tips tonight?”
    “Yep.”
    “How much?”
    “You do know it’s not polite to ask a man how much money he makes, right?”
    “How much?” Willow repeated.
    Blake angled his head toward her pile. “Ladies first.”
    She sat up a little straighter. “I made one hundred eighty-two dollars and ninety-three cents.”
    “That’s a nice chunk of change.”
    “I thought so. Now spill your take.”
    “Two seventy.”
    “You made two hundred and seventy dollars?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Willow lowered her forehead to the bar and sighed. “I’m the lowest breadwinner of everyone. I’m gonna be working here all week to pay off the damages I caused, aren’t I?”
    “Would that be so bad, Will?”
    She lifted her head. “How long are you here?”
    “All week.”
    “Then I guess it wouldn’t suck.”
    “Good to know.”
    Willow pushed all the money toward his big tip jar. “One hundred eighty-two dollars and ninety-three cents down, four hundred seventeen dollars and seven cents to go.”
    Blake drained the last of his soda. “You still coming upstairs?”
    “You promised me dinner, remember?” She offered him a cheeky smile. “I was going to tip you if the food and the service were impeccable, but since you’re more flush with cash than I am…no dice.” She hopped off the barstool and impatiently tugged on his sleeve. “Feed me.”
    “Be my pleasure.”
     
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    Blake’s dick got hard as he watched Willow suck pasta from her fork. Hearing her throaty moan of satisfaction only increased the pressure behind his zipper. “Good?”
    “Amazing. Do you whip up stuff like this for yourself all the time?”
    “Pretty much. It’s easy to cook for one once you get used to it.”
    “Mmm. I could get very used to this type of food.” Willow waved her butter knife. “Not that I know the first thing about cooking, even though my mother tried several times to teach me.”
    “My mom made sure I knew my way around a kitchen before I moved out.”
    “She’s gotta be proud you turned out to be such a great cook.”
    Thinking of his mom caused Blake a pang. He missed his folks. “I don’t cook for her that often.”
    “You save your expertise for your dates?”
    Hmm. She was fishing for information. “The last woman I cooked for was impressed.”
    Willow’s fingers tightened on her fork. “Yeah? What’d she do to show her gratitude?”
    “She married my cousin.” He laughed at Willow’s astonished look. “Indy and I were just friends. I did a little carpentry work in her shop. I only asked her out because my cousin was in love with her and he needed a kick in the butt to admit how he felt to her.”
    “Did it work?”
    “Yep. They threw a gigantic wedding at the community center a month later. Invited the whole town and everyone remotely associated with the McKay and West families.”
    “Lots of drunken revelry?”
    “Nah. Colt and India are both in A.A. But the party at the McKay Ranch after they left on their honeymoon?” He whistled. “Wild.”
    “Did you get wild?”
    “A little. Mostly I poured beer and tried to keep an eye on my cousin Keely McKay, who defined out of control.” Blake frowned. “She disappeared for awhile and when she returned, covered in dirt, she was fit to be tied. No clue what happened. She refused to talk about it.”
    “Are you close to her?”
    “Used to be before she went off to school in Denver. I hadn’t seen Keely since the wedding, until two weeks ago when Indy and Colt had their first boy. Hudson McKay.”
    “That was