Page 40 of Twister's Salvation

I leaned in slightly.“We had a visitor this morning.”

Her hand paused mid-wipe.“Visitor?The inspector again?”

I shook my head.“Worse.Someone threw a brick through the front window.”

Her brows shot up.“What the hell?”

“Yeah,” I said.“Note attached told us to leave.Or else.”

“Jesus, Twister,” she gasped.“This is getting crazy.What on earth is going on?”

I didn’t want to scare her.But I wasn’t going to lie either.

“We’re working on figuring it out, doll.I just wanted to make sure you are safe here,” I said softly.

She blinked.“You’re asking ifI’msafe?You’re the one getting bricks chucked through your windows.”

“You run the bar alone half the time,” I pointed out, “and the shit happening to us is just down the street.”There was a tiny piece of me that hoped this was just some dumb kids playing a prank on us.I knew it wasn’t, but it would be a hell of a lot better if it were.

“I’ve got Britta.”

I gave her a look.

“Okay, fine,” she said.“I’ve got Britta and Tyson now.I’ll call him to see if he’s up for being security for a few days.”

“That’s better.”

She leaned closer, and her voice dropped.“Is this about someone not wanting you here?”

“Looks that way, but we don’t know much.”I wished I knew a hell of a lot more than we did.We were in the fucking dark on pretty much everything.

“Well, they’re gonna be real disappointed,” she said.“Because I don’t see you packing up anytime soon, right?”

My grin was automatic.“Damn right.”

Swift cleared his throat beside me.“I’ll give you two a minute.Go do something somewhere else,” he muttered.Swift and I had been friends for years, and this was the first time I had ever shown interest in a woman for more than just a one-night thrill.

Tempi watched him walk away, then turned back to me.“You’re not just here because of the brick, are you?”

“No,” I admitted.“I wanted to see you.Make sure you were safe.”

Her cheeks pinked, but she didn’t look away.“I should have had you come in last night, right?”

“I would not have said no, doll.”

She tilted her head, the teasing edge back in her voice.“You’re here now, right?”

“Yeah, Tempi, I’m here.”I lowered my voice more.“It’s taking everything inside of me to not haul you over this bar and have my way with you.”

That flustered her.She ducked her head, then turned and grabbed a soda from behind the bar.

“I was thinking about…” she trailed off.She popped the cap and handed it over.

“Thinking about what, doll?”I asked.

“About kissing you.”

“Me too.All the fucking time,” I confessed.