Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

Within minutes of us settling onto the last two vacant stools at the bar, Muriel marches over, shimmying to fit her broad hips between the tables. “Well, don’t you look cute tonight, Calla,” she exclaims, in a tone that could be a compliment but also might not be. It’s hard for me to read this woman. “Maybe we should stick you behind the bar, instead of that face.” She juts her chin toward Toby who’s busy pouring a pint from the tap. “We’d definitely sell more.” Toby casts a friendly wink my way. I can’t get over how much younger—and more like Muriel—he looks without facial hair. I saw him this morning when he came to work on Archie in the hangar, and he still had his beard then. He shaves it off for this weekend every year, he explained, when I first saw him tonight and gawked at his baby face. “Jonah, have you met Jack Thomas yet?” Muriel asks by way of greeting. “Can’t say I have,” Jonah says slowly. She points out a man with a mop of unkempt gray hair and a thick, untrimmed mustache sitting at a nearby table with two other men. “You should go and talk to him. I think you two will get along well.”