rushed in as the police were handcuffing the suspects. Mike turned the woman over to them, rejoining his friends.
“Those assholes need to learn to hold their liquor,” Brent muttered. “That woman was hurt because of them.”
“She’ll be fine,” Mike assured Brent. “Small cut to the temple, no signs of concussion.”
Brent clenched his fists. “It makes me madder than hell to see dicks like them around. They didn’t even give a shit as to all the women standing right there.”
“I don’t think they’ll be coming back anytime soon,” Matthew said dryly.
Mike nodded grimly as they watched the policemen lead the two men away in handcuffs. The workers at Anchors began cleaning up the food and drinks that spilled, and Matthew cocked his head toward the bar. “You guys wanna grab something to eat before we split? We’ve got an early one tomorrow.”
“Why the hell not,” Mike agreed. He followed Matthew to the bar, Brent grumbling behind them.
“I could eat a horse,” Matthew commented as he sat down.
Mike raised his eyebrows. “What the hell did you do all day? I had to haul Christopher’s furniture around.”
Matthew chuckled. “Let’s just say I didn’t get much sleep last night. And that rounds two and three took place this morning.”
Brent slid onto a stool beside them, his eyes gleaming. “That hottie that I took home from the bonfire was a wild one in bed. I was almost tempted to get her number, ask her to come over again tonight.”
“So why didn’t you?” Mike asked.
“Not my MO, man. One night only.”
Mike resisted the urge to groan. Here Kenley seemed to think he was a jerk, but he wasn’t exactly going around sleeping with a different woman every night, now was he? Not that any of it seemed to make a damn bit of difference.
“How’d the move go anyway?” Matthew asked, ordering another beer.
Mike gave a brief update, leaving out the part of coming to the aid of Lexi and Kenley. He sure the hell didn’t need any more ribbing from Matthew or Brent tonight, not when the entire evening had left a sour taste in his mouth. He could’ve been having a nice dinner with Kenley right now, not breaking up bar brawls and listening to stories of the conquests his friends had made.
He rolled his shoulders, relieving some of the tension, and ordered some food. As soon as he ate, he was outta here.
Chapter 9
Kenley sighed as she shut her laptop the next evening. She’d had back-to-back interviews all day long, without even so much as a lunch break. The only upside was the sooner she finished filling the slots for the new contract they’d won in Norfolk, the sooner she could head home. So was that a good thing or not? At the moment, her spa day yesterday with Lexi felt like a million years ago.
She pulled out her phone, texting her best friend:
Crazy day but wanted to check in. How are you feeling today?
Lexi’s reply came back instantly:
Feeling much better. Christopher’s taking me out for a quiet dinner tonight.
Must be nice, Kenley thought. Then again, Mike had offered to take her out last night. Too bad he was such a pain in her ass. She texted a quick reply back to Lexi:
Sounds perfect. Have fun!
Kenley stood, gathering her belongings. After sitting all day long without a break, she wanted nothing more than a long hot bubble bath and some carry-out for dinner. And maybe a few glasses of wine. She was trying to decide between pizza or Chinese when her cell phone rang. It was the number of her office back in Arlington, so she answered before heading out for the night.
“How’d everything go today?” the head of HR asked.
“Great. I think we can make offers to several of the candidates. I’ll email the ones I’ve selected to you for final approval, and I can get the offer packets ready tomorrow if they accept.”
“Wonderful. I’m hoping we can expedite this. We need people
“Those assholes need to learn to hold their liquor,” Brent muttered. “That woman was hurt because of them.”
“She’ll be fine,” Mike assured Brent. “Small cut to the temple, no signs of concussion.”
Brent clenched his fists. “It makes me madder than hell to see dicks like them around. They didn’t even give a shit as to all the women standing right there.”
“I don’t think they’ll be coming back anytime soon,” Matthew said dryly.
Mike nodded grimly as they watched the policemen lead the two men away in handcuffs. The workers at Anchors began cleaning up the food and drinks that spilled, and Matthew cocked his head toward the bar. “You guys wanna grab something to eat before we split? We’ve got an early one tomorrow.”
“Why the hell not,” Mike agreed. He followed Matthew to the bar, Brent grumbling behind them.
“I could eat a horse,” Matthew commented as he sat down.
Mike raised his eyebrows. “What the hell did you do all day? I had to haul Christopher’s furniture around.”
Matthew chuckled. “Let’s just say I didn’t get much sleep last night. And that rounds two and three took place this morning.”
Brent slid onto a stool beside them, his eyes gleaming. “That hottie that I took home from the bonfire was a wild one in bed. I was almost tempted to get her number, ask her to come over again tonight.”
“So why didn’t you?” Mike asked.
“Not my MO, man. One night only.”
Mike resisted the urge to groan. Here Kenley seemed to think he was a jerk, but he wasn’t exactly going around sleeping with a different woman every night, now was he? Not that any of it seemed to make a damn bit of difference.
“How’d the move go anyway?” Matthew asked, ordering another beer.
Mike gave a brief update, leaving out the part of coming to the aid of Lexi and Kenley. He sure the hell didn’t need any more ribbing from Matthew or Brent tonight, not when the entire evening had left a sour taste in his mouth. He could’ve been having a nice dinner with Kenley right now, not breaking up bar brawls and listening to stories of the conquests his friends had made.
He rolled his shoulders, relieving some of the tension, and ordered some food. As soon as he ate, he was outta here.
Chapter 9
Kenley sighed as she shut her laptop the next evening. She’d had back-to-back interviews all day long, without even so much as a lunch break. The only upside was the sooner she finished filling the slots for the new contract they’d won in Norfolk, the sooner she could head home. So was that a good thing or not? At the moment, her spa day yesterday with Lexi felt like a million years ago.
She pulled out her phone, texting her best friend:
Crazy day but wanted to check in. How are you feeling today?
Lexi’s reply came back instantly:
Feeling much better. Christopher’s taking me out for a quiet dinner tonight.
Must be nice, Kenley thought. Then again, Mike had offered to take her out last night. Too bad he was such a pain in her ass. She texted a quick reply back to Lexi:
Sounds perfect. Have fun!
Kenley stood, gathering her belongings. After sitting all day long without a break, she wanted nothing more than a long hot bubble bath and some carry-out for dinner. And maybe a few glasses of wine. She was trying to decide between pizza or Chinese when her cell phone rang. It was the number of her office back in Arlington, so she answered before heading out for the night.
“How’d everything go today?” the head of HR asked.
“Great. I think we can make offers to several of the candidates. I’ll email the ones I’ve selected to you for final approval, and I can get the offer packets ready tomorrow if they accept.”
“Wonderful. I’m hoping we can expedite this. We need people
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