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off, and stuck it in the box under
“Memories.”
    “Thanks, Dolby. That’s probably the best
compliment on my artwork I’ve ever gotten.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Best you just go find Miss CJ
and see if you can fix whatever you fucked-up between you two.” He
tore off a ticket and handed it to the first man in line.
    Pete turned and saw the entire bar lining up
to vote. His chest filled with an emotion that felt like pride,
excitement, and anticipation all rolled into one. Wandering off, he
found CJ in the kitchen eating from a mountain of fries. “Voting’s
started. Looks like we’ll have a good turnout.”
    She nodded but wouldn’t meet his eye. “I know
what bikers like. They’re not going to go for that sentimental shit
about Harry.”
    Pete hadn’t expected her to bite at him that
way. Fuck, she was more emotionally shut down than he’d thought.
“Care to place a bet on that?”
    She looked up at him. “Yes, I do.” She
crossed her arms. “ When they vote for mine…I mean the nature
one, you’ll pay for your own paint and supplies for the project.”
She smirked.
    Did she think he’d back off because he was a
poor farmer? “Deal. And when they vote for ‘Memories’?”
    Shoving another fry into her mouth, she
looked around, chewing. “Anything you want, with the exception of
anything sexual between us.” She picked up three fries and chomped
them in half with her white teeth.
    Pete grinned. “I got it. You’ll be the bikini
model for the photo shoot when they pick ‘Memories’.”
    She choked a couple times before swallowing.
Cupping her breasts, she shook her head. “Nobody wants to see these
in a bikini.” She dropped her hands.
    “Boss lady.” He stepped closer, picked up a
fry, and held it to her lips. “I’ve seen your long, sexy legs. The
pretty sweep of your back, that concave belly of yours with the
perfect belly button just waiting to be tasted.”
    Her eyes stared unblinking into his. She
opened her mouth and took a bite of the fry.
    Behind his fly, his shaft started shifting
and filling. “Your breasts are the perfect size, just a handful,
but those nipples, fucking cherry red and sweet as pie. Makes me
wonder…” He glanced down to the vee between her legs, covered in
denim.
    She swallowed.
    “Makes me wonder what color that sweet pie
is.” He set his hand on the counter and got a little closer. “Makes
me hungry for a long, slow taste of it.”
    CJ’s breath came fast, then she froze for a
second and turned her head.
    The four people in aprons and paper hats
stared at them.
    She snapped her fingers at them. “You want
how much docked from your pay?” She shoved Pete aside as the
kitchen staff scrambled back to work.
    Stomping around him, she headed for the
bar.
    “CJ.” He made the name a slow, bedroom
growl.
    She stopped but didn’t turn around.
    He picked up her basket of fries and leaned
over her, his arm coming around to hold the food in front of her.
“You forgot something.”
    She grabbed the basket and became a blur as
she disappeared into the main part of the bar.
    He laughed and took a step to follow her.
    “Here you go, buddy.” One of the cooks, an
older guy with a wrinkled, tan face, handed him a basket with two
burgers and a heap of fries. “Tangling with that lady, you’re gonna
need to keep up your strength.”
    They both laughed. “Thanks.” Pete started
eating even before he took a step. The burger, like the advice, was
damn good.
    ****
    CJ stared at the piles of tickets. No need to
count them. “Memories,” as that cocky shit called it, had about ten
times the votes.
    Pete leaned against the wall near his
drawings, not saying a word, but the twinkle in his eyes said it
all.
    “Cocky shit,” she mumbled.
    “What was that?” He leaned closer.
    “Don’t think I’m happy about this.”
    Pete shook his head. “I don’t think you’re
happy about anything, Miss CJ.” He started pulling down the
drawings.
    “What the fuck is that