Power of Love Snippet by Anne Conley.
Nick sauntered over to Linc, slinging a towel over his shoulder. He had just moved into town and bought the bar a year ago, having come up from Austin. It was a nice place, and Linc hoped it stayed nice. Things in this town seemed to tarnish with time.
“Hey, man. Sorry I didn’t come say hi earlier. I’m short-handed and needed to finish setups.” Nick extended a hand, and they shook. Nick was Linc’s only real friend in this town—besides his sister and dad—and all Nick had to do was ask and Linc would do anything for him. That’s how much he appreciated the friendship. Not many people here knew his past and accepted him anyway.
“Not a big deal. I just came by to tell you I finally got a job, and it looks like it’s going to be a good one.”
“Yeah? Big money?” Nick’s eyebrows raised with interest.
“Not really, but it will be enough, and it’s gonna last a while.”
Nick’s smile of congratulations burst into one of glee when he spied the new book. “What in the ever-loving fuck is that on my bar?”
Linc sighed, knowing he was about to get some serious shit. “I was giving her a hard time about being in Samantha’s book group, and she insisted I read this.”
“It’s a ‘she’?” His eyebrows crunched together spoke volumes.
“Yeah.” He spun the dwindling bottle of beer on the bar top, avoiding Nick’s gaze.
“You gonna get to know her?” The question was suggestive, and he actually gave it some thought. Linc wanted to, but it was a purely physical instinct. He didn’t really know Vanessa Power, except she was gorgeous, nice, out of her mind for buying that house, and had given him a job where most of the town wouldn’t.
And she made the itchy feeling go away.
He already knew how she felt when he held her limp body in his arms, feeling her breath against his neck. He knew she smelled like coconuts, even when she hadn’t showered. He knew her sheets were a light green and he knew what her pillow smelled like. He knew she was ridiculously excited to learn how to use the generator, and he knew she was a total badass for sleeping in that creepy-ass house by herself.
The truth was, he’d seen the heat in her eyes as they crawled across his body. He knew she wanted him; it was impossible not to see it. But for how long? They’d hook up, and then she’d realize he’s an ex-con—a killer—and wouldn’t want him, just like everyone else in this fucking town. And he needed this job. Bad. If they were ex-hookups, she’d fire him and find someone else to work for her. Someone else to work on the old Evans place. Someone who might just wreck it all. Again, he had no idea why he cared, but he did. He wanted to be the one to fix that house up. For her.
“Nope. I’m going to work for her. It’s a really long fix-up job on the old Evans place, and I don’t want to fuck anything up. This job’s important, man.”