Page 48 of His Old Lady

Her cheeks flushed, and she walked around the room, ignoring him. As long as she was thinking about the offer and ultimately would agree, she could spend the whole evening asking him questions.

She walked to the back of the empty room, looked at him, and pointed at the door. He nodded, giving her permission to look at the rest of the area. There was another empty room, smaller and with a lower ceiling. In that space, stairs led up to a studio apartment.

Staying back, he let her go on her own. All he saw was a space for partying. It wasn't hard to whip up a counter, roll in some refrigerators, and tap a keg or two. While he knew there was more to running a bar, he wanted to start out simple where Tarkio members were comfortable to hang out when they weren't at the clubhouse.

Usually, the members went to Riverside Bar across town. But there were nights that they stayed away. As time went by, the place was turning more into a sports bar, centering their nights around pool tournaments and dart games—not exactly their scene.

There were two titty bars in Missoula. Kingston Bar and a rinky-dink saloon with two dancers that'd been there for at least five years and looked as if every customer had enjoyed them after hours.

Faye returned to him with pinched brows and turmoil in her stormy eyes. He swallowed, needing her to agree. If she refused, there wasn't much more he could do. Walker would let Priest know that Faye was leaving him, and he'd have to let her go.

"This is a huge endeavor, Curley." She slid her hands into the pockets of the leather jacket. "I like the idea of having my friends working somewhere like this, only because I know they'll be protected by Tarkio. I think they'd also agree that the atmosphere could be better than at Kingston if business was good. Though tips are going to be less."

"But...?" he said, hearing her hesitation.

"I'm scared." She looked him straight in the eyes. "You and I are like dynamite."

He chuckled for the first time today. That was one way to describe them. The spark between them exploded if he got too close to her.

She blinked an extra beat. "You've got me for six weeks, and I'll let the others know. I'm not going to answer for them."

The tension left his chest, and he dipped his chin. "It'll work out."

She blew out her breath. "I could fail."

"You might succeed."

"I'd need help," she said.

"I'll make sure you get it."

She pursed her lips and stared at him. He stuck out his arm, needing to seal the deal.

Her gaze dropped to his hand. "It's probably better that I don't touch you."

His cock pulsed, knowing what she was thinking and feeling. He tilted his head, challenging her because he was going to prove they could work out.

"You better take me home, uncle. Tomorrow morning is going to come fast if we're going to turn this place into a real bar." She walked toward the door with her parting shot.

He watched her ass sway side to side with each step, then followed her outside. He wasn't her uncle.

He hadn't been her uncle since he had sex with her.