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and the barbeque sauce on her forehead.
    I look up just in time to see Dani walking past the bar toward the booth where Deacon and I are sitting. She’s not just cute. She’s beautiful. Her dark red hair falls past her shoulders and kinda bounces. Her head is down and she’s walking like she’s on a mission—which is probably how she ended up with pockets all over her. If she’d pick her damn head up and look at the world around her, she might not—shit, she almost fell again. Maybe it’s a condition.
    She’s a little on the shorter side, but she definitely has curves in all the right places. There’s nothing showy about her, but she’s wearing the shit out of the new t-shirt I just gave her.
    When she gets closer to the table, I clear my throat and she finally glances up,
    “I see you almost bit it again back there,” I say, pointing from where she came from. “You should really watch where you’re goin’.” I smile up at her, waiting to see how she takes the jab.
    Her eyes light up a little and she quirks an eyebrow. “Well, maybe you should smooth out these hardwood floors. I swear, it jumped up and tried to trip me. It could be a lawsuit waiting to happen.” She laughs, sliding back into the booth. “Honestly, there are days I’m a hazard to myself.” She pauses, rolling her eyes. “The crazy thing is I can walk perfectly in heels. Maybe it’s because I practiced so hard when I was in college.” Her shoulders shrug and she goes for a drink of her beer before continuing. “When I’m not wearing them, it’s like a switch is flipped and I’m back to my normal, clumsy self,” she says as she laughs and kicks up a leg to show us her Chucks.
    I laugh. She’s probably the only person in the world who has trouble walking in them. “Has she already been introduced to the bar?” I ask Deacon.
    “No, just ordered us some food and a couple of beers. Unless she was drinkin’ on the job. I did catch her asleep out by the big oak tree at the back of the property this afternoon.”
    I whistle through my teeth. “Sleepin’ on the job, Ms. Reed?”
    “Hey, for your information, I was finished for the day.” She holds her own with Deacon and me as we continue to give her a hard time, but she’s able to roll with the punches, which says a lot about her. Sometimes we Landrys are hard to handle.
    “Whatever you say, Chuck,” I tease.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Nothing. Here’s your food,” I say, standing up and helping Jamie with their plates before sliding back into the seat across from Dani.
    “Mmmm. Unnhhh. Oh, God. This is amazing,” Dani moans, tilting her head back and closing her eyes in satisfaction. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was getting ready to have a Meg Ryan moment in the middle of my restaurant.
    “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say slowly, unable to take my eyes off her.
    She opens her eyes and looks at me. “What?”
    “I said, I’ll take all the moaning and ‘oh, Gods’ as a compliment,” I reply, giving her a smirk. There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of innocent flirting, right? I mean, a girl like Dani isn’t usually my type, but I can’t deny the attraction I feel toward her. Valerie and I are technically on at the moment, but that never lasts long anyway. And Lord knows she’s done her own fair share of flirting while we’re together. Just last week, she was hanging all over Jack Wilson at the Owen’s barbeque. Even when she saw me, she still kept her hand on his bicep while she winked at me. She wants me to be jealous or some shit . . . go all caveman on her ass, but that ain’t me.
    “Well, if you made this fuck awesome pocket, then yes, it’s a compliment. If not, please pass my compliments on to the chef.”
    “I told ya you’d have to try them for yourself,” Deacon says, his mouth half full. “No one ever believes how amazing they are until they finally have one.”
    Dani picks up her beer and finishes it off. For a girl