“Knox Morgan, did you bring me out here to neck when I’m supposed to be at work?” She sounded adorably appalled. “Oh, I plan on doing more than necking,” I said, leaning over to release her seatbelt. Task accomplished, I plucked the pretzels off her lap and threw the bag into the backseat. “You can’t be serious. I have work.” “Baby, I don’t joke about sex. Besides, you work for me.” “Yeah. In your bar, which is full of PMS-ing women waiting for their pretzels.” I shook my head. “Everyone in town knows it’s a Code Red. It’ll be a slow night.” “I am really uncomfortable with the idea of an
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