4
Labor of Love
“Who’s the girl?”
“Hmmm?” Matthew glanced up from stacking pint glasses to see his best friend and business partner, Will Goodman, leaning against the bar with a smirk.
“The girl. Who is she?” Will repeated, his brown eyes glinted with mischief.
“There’s no girl.” Matthew insisted. The last thing he wanted was for his friend to make fun of him. Will had a new girl every week, but he knew that Matthew was a one girl kind of man.
“You were humming Metallica. You only do that when you’re thinking of a girl.”
“Shut up.” He snapped, but Will kept grinning.
“Come on, man. Tell me who she is. I know you’ve been taking different shifts in order to see her.”
“One shift. It was one time.” He had issued the French kiss challenge a week ago and he still couldn’t believe Aubree
