Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

As the last customer got their to-go box and left, an insistent pulse buzzed at my hip. I’d tucked my phone inside the belt of my skirt. I locked the front door and leaned against the cool glass.

I was still learning the ins and outs of my phone, but I didn’t remember setting anything on vibrate. I pressed my thumb over the fingerprint scanner and a single envelope filled my screen.

His name along the bottom. That thrill seeker email account.

Closing my eyes, I tucked the phone back along my hip and shook my head. No. I wasn’t going to open it. I was getting over the entire mess labeled Max.

He told you no warnings.

I shook my head. Three weeks was far too long to wait. If he actually thought I was going to be at his beck and call at any time, he was sorely mistaken.

The phone pulsed three more times. I tried to ignore it, but it was too late. I knew it was there.

I pulled out my cell. I was not going to open it.

Nope.

I was just going to turn off that stupid vibrate feature.

“Georgia?”

“Huh?” I looked up.

Dean stood in front of me with a white towel draped over his shoulder. “Something important on that screen?”

“Nothing that can’t wait for us to close up.”

“You sure? From a secret boyfriend?” He waggled his eyebrows. “There has to be some reason that you’ll never go out with me.”

I laughed. “I could never measure up to your legion of women.”

“You’d be surprised, beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes. Dean breathed and a flirty remark came out of his mouth. “Is the bar cashed out?”

He shook the night drop bag in front of me. “Of course.”

I tucked my phone away and took the bag from him. “You can get out of here if you’re all cleaned up.”

“My hero.” He turned away then stopped and spun back on his heel. “Do you need me to walk you to your car?”

I smiled. “Me and Chelsea carpooled.”

“I can walk you both out.”

“I’ll walk them out,” Angel called.

“There we go.”

Dean grinned. “Boss man just doesn’t want me to get near you or Chelsea.”

I laughed. “We’re too smart for your tricks.”

Dean walked backward. “I can guarantee I could make one or both of you fall for me.”

“Nope!” Chelsea called from the dining room.

I laughed. “Definitely not me.”