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Bailey’s rescue. He straightened a few barstools and acted like he didn’t have another two cents to add to the pending conversation.
    “Kimberly would expect more from her bartenders.”
    “You’re right. It won’t happen again.”
    “See that it doesn’t,” Ansley snapped, her cheeks bright red. “And try to get along. We don’t need tension behind the bar. The ladies that trail the Killians look for great conversation, a good time. When they take a seat in front of you tonight, I want you to entertain them.”
    Bailey felt a stabbing sensation in his rumbling stomach. In other words, Ansley expected them to flirt with, or even hit on, the female clientele.
    He couldn’t help but wonder if she would even care if the friendly conversation took an intimate turn. Did she actually think he would date some of the women frequenting Clink? Probably. Ansley was so wrapped up in everyone else’s lives, she failed to notice the men awaiting the opportunity to enter her world.
    After the bickering ceased, Tristan spoke up and said, “Don’t pay any attention to Bailey. We banter back and forth like this all the time. The jabbing keeps our minds sharp.”
    “I can think of better ways,” she grumbled.
    “Is that an elusive offer?”
    “Not quite,” she replied, turning to greet whoever just set the front door ajar when the security buzzer announced the arrival of a guest. “Trixie!”
    “Hey, y’all,” Trixie sang. “Will one of you grab the liquor out of the car? It’s in the backseat. If I’m pulled over, the local policemen will swear I’m bootlegging.”
    “I’ll take care of it,” Baron, one of the bouncers, said as soon as he entered the front door.
    Trixie tossed him the car keys. “Thanks, Baron.”
    By the time she turned around again, Ansley was upon her, sweeping the little bundle of joy straight from her arms. The two women began chatting right away.
    “Damn,” Tristan said, deliberately staring and refusing to hide the fact, even when the women turned their attention toward them. “Is it genetic?”
    “I take it you haven’t seen their mother,” Bailey muttered.
    “No, and at this rate, I probably don’t need to meet her,” Tristan admitted.
    “No, bro, you probably don’t. With your history, and mine, it’s best if we concentrate on the available members of the opposite sex.”
    Tristan laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
    “Care to explain?”
    “I’m hooked, man. The last thing I need to do is meet Ansley’s mom, because mothers have good instincts where their daughters are concerned. If I’m around Mrs. Cartwell even for a second, she’ll peg me for a man in love with her daughter.”
    “What?” Bailey nearly screeched.
    Tristan shrugged. “She’s all I thought about while I was away. She was my first thought before breakfast, my last one before I fell asleep at night. That never happens to me.”
    Bailey knew how that felt. He’d fully expected Tristan to feel the same way, and what did he do? Soon after he arrived in Asheville, Bailey called Tristan up, told him to head toward North Carolina, and promised he’d never regret the trip. There was a woman, he’d told him, and she was one gal who would inexplicably change their lives.

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    “He’s cute,” Trixie said, smiling. “Bet he’s one bad boy, huh?”
    “I wouldn’t know,” Ansley replied, eyeing Tristan’s ass as he passed their table.
    “Hmm,” Trixie mumbled. “He’s already working on those panties, I see. Got ’em in a wad, does he?”
    “You know better,” Ansley snipped. Staring down at her niece’s angelic face, Ansley affixed the soft, multicolored pastel blanket around the baby’s shoulders. She ran her fingers over the child’s soft velvet skin. “She’s so beautiful, Trixie.”
    “She looks like you and Kimberly.”
    “You think so?”
    “Of course I do.”
    “Why? Because then she’d also look a whole lot like you?” Ansley asked, laughing.
    Trixie’s