6
Vivi stood across the bar from Heath, trying and failing to keep her body under control. His green gaze locked onto her, sending a rush of heat tumbling through her. She grabbed a towel and pointlessly wiped down the bar in front of him. “Here for dinner or just a drink?” she asked.
“Both,” he replied, his voice gruff.
“You want the house draft?” Since she couldn’t ignore small details about him, she remembered that was his usual order.
“Sure. That and a Quinn’s burger.”
She turned to the register by the wall and started to enter his order, only to have to re-enter it when she fumbled while she was typing. Her eyes collided with his again when she turned around, sending the heat simmering inside of her into a flash of flames. “Should be just a few minutes. I’ll get your beer.” She s
