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relieved of the tray of drinks. “Lorna says I’m your personal server and she’s going to take all my tables.”
    “That’s right.”
    “Why?” Her expression is confused. She has no idea I can make anyone in this place do whatever I demand, whenever I like.
    “Because it’s what I want.”
    She looks around, worried. “Is Leith going to be okay with this? I’m here to serve customers—plural, not singular. I don’t want to make him angry and end up fired. I’m earning good money here.”
    “The tips have been generous?”
    “Yes, remarkably so.”
    Good. The brotherhood listened. I’d expect no less. “I’m glad to hear that.”
    “What can I get for you?”
    “Whatever you’re having.”
    I can see I’ve bewildered her further. And I thoroughly enjoy it. “I can’t have anything. I’m on the clock.”
    “I want to buy you a drink, so choose what you’d like and I’ll have the same.”
    She smirks. “Whatever you say.”
    A few minutes later she returns with two girlie drinks and pushes one my way. “What the hell is that supposed to be?”
    She’s grinning. “It’s sex on the beach.”
    “You brought me a drink with a slice of pineapple and a fucking flower in it?”
    “You told me to choose something for myself and you’d have the same. This is what I wanted.”
    “I expected you to have a whisky.”
    “I wanted to have sex on the beach. I thought you’d enjoy it as well.” She’s grinning bigger, probably feeling quite clever.
    I sample the drink and discover it’s exactly as I expect—sickeningly sweet. It’s definitely a cocktail for a lass, so I push it back in her direction. “You don’t like sex on the beach?”
    “I like the actual thing very much, but not this drink.”
    “Would something tall, dark, and neat be more preferable?”
    “Aye.”
    “You’re going to put your trust in me again?” she asks.
    “Allow me to be clear about one thing, Bleu.” I motion for her to lean forward and I do the same until we’re nearly nose to nose. “I trust no one until they’ve proven themselves to be trustworthy.”
    “I get the distinct feeling we’re no longer talking about choosing a brand of whisky.” If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was a challenge.
    She’s a smart one, this lass, so I don’t wish to get into a battle of wits. “I’m the only customer you’re serving. I shouldn’t be thirsty.”
    Bleu goes to fetch my drink and Leith slips into one of the chairs next to me. “Lorna told me what you ordered her to do. Why the hell are you claiming Bleu as your own personal barmaid while Lorna takes a double load?”
    “Someone has to validate this lass’s motives since you were too careless to do so.”
    “You’re going to tell me that monopolizing her as your own is a way of investigating her purpose for being here?”
    “Having her one-on-one so we can talk does a far better job than your hands running up and down her arse every time she walks by.”
    “Don’t worry, Sin. No one’s putting their hands on her now.”
    He acts as though he’s a toddler and I’ve taken away his favorite toy. “She didn’t like the way she was being manhandled.”
    “And you know this how?”
    “She told me.”
    “When?” he asks.
    “Last night.”
    Leith looks pissed off, which means he’s putting the pieces together. “Then I guess it’s safe to assume you didn’t have this conversation at the bar?”
    “No.” As his superior, I don’t owe him any explanation. “I needed to do a sweep, to be sure Bleu is who she claims to be. I was going through her things when she came home and found me inside, so I had to act as though I was there to talk.”
    “How very convenient.” He’s right. I could’ve sent my people to do the search but I wanted her to come home and find me there.
    “What’s your verdict?” he asks.
    She’s clean as far as I can tell. For now. “I believe she’s telling the truth.”
    He slaps his hand on the table.