Page 57 of Player For Hire

"What?" She pulled her water in front of her and took a long drink. "I know the type."

"You don't know me, doll." Duncan took a drink.

"Oh, I do. Do you even remember my name? Or do you just use doll, baby, honey, or sweetheart?"

"Oh, I remember your name, Ingrid."

Iona's amber eyes flashed.

Duncan grinned. He drained his beer and pushed the glass back toward Colder. "I think that was my cue to go find my bed. At least as long as I get to keep my bed."

"Have a girlfriend at home too, stud?" Iona stabbed at the ice in her glass with her straw.

"Yep. That's exactly what I've got." Duncan slid off his stool. "Nice to meet you, Naomi. If this idiot screws up, make sure you keep me under consideration."

"Out!" Colder said.

Duncan pulled a ten out of his wallet and tossed it on the bar. "I know where I'm not wanted." He glanced back at Iona. "Have a good night, Imelda."

Iona flashed him a middle finger.

I used my straw to stir my ice around. I didn't want to go, but I was beat. "I suppose we should find our way home. I don't think I can hold out until closing time."

Colder leaned on the bar. "We had a busy afternoon."

"Oh, gross." Iona slurped up the last of her water. "We're going. Romeo can see you tomorrow. I think you can handle it."

Colder slipped his fingers along mine as he took my glass. "See you tomorrow?"

"Definitely."

"You'll bring her down?" Colder glanced at Iona.

"We'll be there."

"We will?" Carefully, I slid off my stool. Damn heels were much harder to walk in after three drinks. "What's tomorrow?"

"Sunday Funday." Iona slipped her arm through mine. "Now we will find our beds."

"Bed sounds nice." I gave Colder a soft smile. "Night, professor."

He shook his head.

Callahan stopped behind Colder for a moment, then he held up his hand. "I don't want to know."

I waved then we weaved our way through the bar. "What's Sunday Funday?"

"You'll see."

I was too tired to ask more questions. Instead of finding pizza on the way home this time, we just quietly walked across the road to the median. The night was a little chilly, but the coolness felt nice after the crowded bar. There was no doorman after midnight, so we had to use our key fobs to access the front door.

"I really like this building."

"Me too. I'm even happier that you're here with me." Iona pressed her cheek to mine before pushing me through the big doors.

We bumped against each other as we crossed the lobby to the elevators. "You're the best for letting me crash with you."

"You're paying rent, not like you're couch surfing. And you're going to be a bestselling author soon."