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NATALIE
I’d spent the last twenty minutes in the storeroom counting liquor bottles. It was early and the bar was quiet. It was after happy hour and well before the evening crowd arrived although Tuesday didn’t get packed like the weekend. I adjusted the count of tequila on the clipboard then moved onto the vodka. It had been a few days since I’d told Rand he needed to chill the f**k out… at least that was the way I thought about it.
The guy was the epitome of alpha, over the top male.
Every time I worked, he showed up to walk me to my car and then followed me home. He sat at the bar in what I now considered his usual stool and ensured no one messed with me. Not that Cody or the weekend bouncers would allow it. We’d spent every night together either at my house—where the smoke alarms
