Just Want Somebody to Love (Bella Warren Book 1) Read Free

him. Looked like she wasn’t the only curious one as he glanced her way and tossed another wink. It went through her better than the liquid heat in her glass that would have her tipsy by the smell. “Maybe we should have eaten something besides candy for supper.”
    “Too late now,” said the pregnant one who didn’t have to worry about making a fool of herself. “With a bar full of people, you need to figure out how to start holding your liquor so you’ll be the last one to leave if you want a shot at that.”
    Short people weren’t known for being good drinkers. She could verify that theory from experience, and she didn’t put on enough holiday weight to give the liquor more places to go. Whitney nursed her drink. “How long do you think all these people will be here?”
    “It’s Saturday night.” Tasha leaned over. “How long did you two used to stay in here?”
    “Uh.”
    Kara scratched the side of her head. “Later than I want to think about.”
    Whitney leaned around Tasha. “Did you hear how long he’ll be in town?”
    “All I know is what I told you.”
    That was not nearly enough information. She did a little adjusting of her shirt as he pulled a rag off his shoulder and wiped over the countertop before he returned. A man who cleaned? My goodness, if he got any better, she’d combust right here on this stool. The corner of his lips tipped up, and her internal temperature inched higher a few more degrees. “The three of you look to be plotting.”
    Tasha already had her shirt tugged down while Kara steadily sucked on her drink. Whitney wasn’t leaving this up to either of them. “We were wondering how long you’d be in town.”
    The corner of his lips pulled a little higher, and bam, there it was. Dimple. Can vaginas sigh? “Tomorrow. Maybe as far as Monday morning. If the three of you are plotting to kidnap me, tonight is your best option.”
    “Tonight?” She tried wincing, but doubted she stopped the grin to pull it off. “That’s a tight timeline. Didn’t you just get here?”
    “Just a quick trip this time.”
    “That sounds like you might be back.” She found herself leaning closer, but not as close as she’d like. Curse this high bar. “We could plan it for your next visit. Can you give us a heads up to make it easier?”
    “You want me to help plot my own kidnapping?”
    “If you’re up to it.”
    He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe. I’m not against three beautiful women taking me as their prisoner.”
    More smiling. “What’s your name?”
    His hands were clasped and rested just before hers on the bar. They looked just right to reach out and touch her. “Justin. Yours?”
    “Whitney.”
    A group of women at the far end of the bar laughed and erupted in cheers. Glasses hit the bar top. “Justin!” sounded out.
    “Be right back,” he whispered.
    “I’ll be here.” She smiled until he was gone and let out a breath. ”Damn.”
    Kara shook her head. “When Kent got the information from her, you should have known she was going to be here.”
    “I’m not losing this to her.” She adjusted her shirt.
    “That’s my girl.” Tasha clapped her hands, then rubbed them. “We need a plan.”
    “That’s why I fixed my shirt.” Whitney made a few more adjustments she could manage without digging down the front of her top. Going to have to be a fast plan since the guy was leaving tomorrow. Not that Whitney had a problem with moving fast. Bonus, since that fit well with her schedule too.
    “Better plan than that. Maddy has better boobs than you.”
    “Hey.”
    Kara nodded. “It’s true. Finish your drink and get him back down here. Business 101 is?”
    Don’t mix business and pleasure? Except Kara married her business partner. “Have a good product?”
    Tasha slumped and shook her head. “Customers first.”
    Whitney laughed, then finished her drink. The burn stripped the air from her throat, and she smacked the glass on the old wooden top. “I don’t know how