truth.”
She’d seen enough guys come through Momma’s Kitchen looking for a one-night stand to know that was exactly what Casanova was about. But that was all she needed tonight, if she went through with being the daring sister. “Finish your burger and fries while I consider that offer.”
Chapter 3
Aaron was almost done with his burger, which was delicious, but he hadn’t enjoyed it nearly as much as he had his conversation with Kacey. Not once had she asked him his name. He wasn’t sure if that boded well for the vibe he felt humming between them.
Her sister had left the bar to sing onstage, and the woman who’d sung before was now at the bar. She too was young, busty, and flirty. Aaron again noticed the appeal of the place.
He looked back at Kacey, and when her wide, dark eyes met his, he forgot what he was going to say. A woman hadn’t struck him speechless since he was in middle school.
“Your singing voice. It’s beautiful, by the way,” he blurted out.
“It’s a family thing,” she said with a shrug.
Aaron glanced at the new bartender and then her sister. “Are you all related?”
“Most of us who work here are in some fashion or another. But not everyone.”
He pointed toward Monique. “After talking to you, I wouldn’t have pegged you two as sisters.”
“Most people don’t, but why do you say that?”
“Most sisters have similar vibes. You’re more intense than her. It hit me the moment we made eye contact.”
Kacey’s brows drew together. Aaron couldn’t believe he’d let that slip out. He’d spoken the truth, but knowing she liked to call him on his “tired” lines, he doubted she’d believe him. In that case, he might as well voice all the expressive thoughts she conjured up in him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He sipped his drink. “I’ll have to work a little bit harder to get to know you better.”
Her brows relaxed, and she slowly lifted her head up and down. “Aha, I see.” She lifted her shoulder. “Maybe you should go the easy route.”
He leaned his elbow on the bar and met her eye. “I like a challenge.”
“Most men do, but that doesn’t mean having a good time with you tonight includes me sleeping with you.”
He liked that she dropped the innuendo and put the idea out there, even though he didn’t believe she wasn’t considering taking him home.
“I don’t think I have a chance in hell to get you in bed. But I never refuse a conversation with a beautiful woman.”
She smiled. She had the thickest, sexiest lips, which, like her eyes, made him lose his train of thought when he focused on them. Aaron cleared his throat and glanced around. If he stared too long his body would give an adolescent reaction to her sexiness. “So, tell me, what do you do when you’re not working here?”
“What do I do?”
“Yeah, tell me.” He leaned forward and took another sip of his drink.
She raised a brow. “What do you do when you’re not trying to pick up women in bars?”
“I’m driving Bertha.”
“Bertha?”
“My truck.”
She frowned. “You’re a trucker?”
He heard the distaste in her voice and disappointment filled him. “You disapprove?”
Her face cleared and she shook her head. “No, truckers come through here all the time. I’m just surprised. So, why Bertha?”
He shrugged, but felt as if he’d lost some points with her. No problem, he’d encountered that with women before, and he usually overcame any doubts they had about his success.
“She just felt like a Bertha.” Kacey’s chuckle made him grin. “When I’m not driving, I’m hanging with my family. I’m the youngest of three boys with one sister after me. I like playing video games, baseball, and sometimes still think about pursuing my childhood dream to hold professional wrestling’s intercontinental championship.”
Kacey cocked her head to the side. “Why not the world heavyweight champion? I mean, that’s a title worth holding.”
Aaron