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could be blunt and that was known to rub some people the wrong way.
    Much to her relief, Raf threw back his head and laughed, drawing her attention to the little scar beneath his chin.
    She wanted to kiss him there.
    And on the mouth.
    “I do indeed, Sir,” Raf assured. “Faith’s a good champion.”
    Pop nodded. “She knows her beers.”
    “Not to mention she’s a great advocate for Sully’s.”
    Pop patted Faith’s shoulder. “She’s a good girl.”
    Faith cringed and her cheeks warmed at her father’s choice of words. She knew he didn’t mean anything by it, that it was a generic compliment to let her and everyone else know how proud he was of her but as a grown woman it grated. It had been a long time since she’d been a girl or had even cared about being good . But it made her squirm today in particular considering what had just transpired in the basement less than half an hour ago.
    She hadn’t been good in that basement. She’d been bad. And if her father hadn’t been in the bar waiting for her then she may well have been very bad.
    “It has a distinct flavor, doesn’t it?” Pop asked. “Is that because of the yeast you use?”
    “Ah, just excuse me,” Faith jumped in before the conversation got bogged down in beer talk. The pub was due to open in fifteen minutes and she had to try and arrange for either Zel and Ty or Dawn and Finn to come over while she went on her date.
    “I have to make a couple of calls.”
    Faith walked out the back into the kitchen area. It was deserted at the moment but the kitchen staff would be in soon to start their shift. She leaned against a spotless stainless steel bench and dialled Dawn. It went to her voice mail but Faith didn’t leave a message. Dawn could get so wrapped up in her research it could be hours before she checked her messages and Faith didn’t want to wait.
    Zel picked up on the second ring. “Got that date yet?”
    Faith rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
    “Good. When?”
    Faith hesitated. It was such short notice and very late. “Just say no if it’s inconvenient.”
    “I’m not going to say no, Faith, so stop stalling.”
    “It’s tonight. You probably already have plans.”
    “Nope. Ty will no doubt have some case to work on but he can do that anywhere.”
    “Yeh, but it’s not until after work. So it’ll be late. And Ty and Pop can get on each other’s nerves.”
    Ty and her father had butted heads for a lot of years. It was better now but Faith knew, even though Ty had never said it, that he didn’t like being in the pub. And he blamed Pop for their mother having to work so hard to juggle five little kids and a struggling pub.
    Ty hadn’t been able to see like Faith had, how much her mother had loved this place too.
    “Well, Ty’s just going to have get over himself,” Zel said dismissively. “Sitting down and talking with his father is probably what he needs most anyway. We’ll come for dinner. I’ll bring take out. And we can stay the night, that way you don’t have to worry about rushing home should dating turn to something a little more…horizontal.”
    Faith blushed at the thought but didn’t even bother to refute Zel’s suggestion. Something horizontal was what she was hoping for.
    Maybe she should just suggest they skip straight to that? But then bringing Mr. Cocky down a peg or two by watching him fall on his ass on the ice could be useful. Not to mention how much fun could be had by helping to warm him up afterwards?
    “Okay, thank you. That would be great. Pop loves company. But only if you’re sure?”
    “Positive. We’ll see you later. Probably around seven?”
    Faith nodded. “That’ll be fine.”
    “What about condoms? Do you have some? Should I bring some with me?”
    Faith did blush then. Oh God – she was really going to have sex with Raf. “I have some.” Somewhere…“They could be expired. I’m sure he’ll have some.”
    “ Faith Sullivan ,” Zel tutted. “Never rely on a male taking care