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Garland Creek Cowboy
by Kayce Lassiter
Myca slipped by the pair. “Come on, Colleen, it appears the bar is now open. “Let’s give it a whirl.”
Colleen followed her to the bar, where Myca ordered, “Two butterscotch martinis, please.”
The silver-haired bartender in starched Wranglers, a black jacket, and a red vest with a bolo tie, smiled. “Okay, ladies, but I’m just a volunteer. I don’t do this for a living.”
Myca smiled. “Seriously, Ben Monroe? We’ve known you since we were all kids together. We know who you are and what you do for a living.”
He winked. “Then you know I have no clue how to make a butterscotch martini. But tell me what’s in it,” he leaned forward flirtatiously, “and I’ll try anything for you, Myca.”
She froze and cut her gaze to the side to stare at him, then to Colleen, who gawked at Ben like he’d just pissed on the floor.
Myca put one hand on her hip. “Are you flirting with me?” She’d discovered a long time ago that the direct approach either made a guy back off, or made him even more determined. She wasn’t sure which option she hoped Ben would take. She’d decide how she felt about it after she saw which way he jumped.
Ben straightened and held her gaze as he announced, “I’ve been flirting with you since you were sixteen years old. It’s about time you noticed.”
Huh, really didn’t expect him to jump that way.
The only thing she could think to say was, “Well, let’s see how good you are at bartending. That might make up my mind.”
Then she turned to Colleen and growled, “You can close your mouth now.”
Colleen snapped her jaw shut, but continued to stare.
He picked up the drink shaker. “Shoot.”
Myca stepped forward and leaned on the bar. “Okay, four jiggers of Buttershots, four jiggers of Bailey’s, and two jiggers of vanilla vodka.”
He tipped his head to the side. “That’s ten shots of booze. How many martinis am I making.”
Myca scowled at him. “You are making two martinis.” She extended her hand across the bar and pointed to the shelf below. “And you’re going to use the two large martini glasses I put down there earlier.”
He raised a brow, but said nothing, simply reaching for the martini glasses, which were much larger than the glasses the resort had provided.
Ben smiled. “Maybe I should join you,” he teased as he poured the shots.
Myca glanced up at him. “If you’re going to join us, you’d better put more booze in the shaker.”
Ben Monroe laughed as he dumped in some ice, shook the container, and poured two very full martinis. He slid them across the bar. “Enjoy, ladies.” Then he leaned close and lowered his voice as he addressed Myca. “And be sure you come back and see me when you’ve finished that drink.”
She could feel her face heat, as she shot back a snappy retort. “Of course, we’ll be back. This is only our first drink.”
* * *
Devin watched as his grandmother and Melayna’s turned away from the bar. “You suppose those two will stay sober tonight?”
Melayna laughed. “Not a chance.” She pointed at them. “Those glasses are way full.”
He groaned, then met her gaze. “I recognize those drinks. They’re butterscotch martinis, and they are all alcohol.” He shifted his gaze back to the grandmothers. “And it would appear they have brought their own glasses, which are twice the size of the martini glasses the hotel provided.”
Melayna snorted. She covered her mouth with her hand. “Sorry. I’m just picturing the two of them fighting over a toilet to puke in.”
“Oh, let’s don’t go there. I don’t even want to think about that.”