Damnation: Reckless Desires (Blue Moon Saloon Book 1) (4 page)

His scent crawled all over her and clung to her clothes as she hurried past.
Don’t you remember how you loved him?
the scent seemed to say.
How he loved you?

“That’s the only working bathroom, I’m sorry to say.” Tina motioned toward a door on the left.

The smell of lemon cleaner was strong there, and Jessica took a good whiff, trying to eradicate Simon’s scent.

“Oh, an antique claw-foot tub. Nice,” Janna said.

Jess shook her head. Only her sister could overlook the rust stains to appreciate that.

The floorboards creaked as they turned two corners into the rear section of the apartment.

“These are the best rooms for you, I think,” Tina said, leading the way. “Sort of in their own little wing. Nice and quiet and at the back, away from the street.”

Away from the bears
, Jess wanted to add. As far away as possible.

“I love the windows.” Janna nodded at the arched windows opening on to a totally different view. There was a parking lot back there in the inner square of the block, but a clutch of trees, too. An alley ran down the back, and beyond…

“Wow. Great view.”

That, even Jessica’s jaded mind had to agree with. The hills seemed closer somehow, and they were blanketed by a patchwork of pine forest she wouldn’t have believed could exist in Arizona.

There were three rooms in that rear section, and as Tina said, set apart in their own wing. So other than sharing the bathroom with the men, they’d have their privacy.

“This can be mine, that can be yours, and the one in the middle can be our living room.” Janna’s whole face lit up, imagining it.

Jess did her best to imagine, too. Maybe if they got some furniture from the thrift shop, they could get by. Well, maybe if they earned enough first. For now, the lumpy mattresses and crooked closet shelves would have to do.

“I have some sheets in the car,” Tina said. “And I’m sure we can rustle up some furniture.”

“It’ll be great,” Janna assured her, sitting down on the mattress and bouncing around like a six-year-old. “It is great. Isn’t it, Jess?”

Jessica nodded on cue, glad there wasn’t a mirror to check this time. “Great.” She thought of Simon, somewhere on the ground floor beneath her, and forced a smile instead of a frown. “It’ll be great.”

It wasn’t great, but Jessica managed to get through the first day…somehow.

The start was surprisingly easy because Tina dragged them away for a quick shopping trip once she saw how little they had in the way of clothes and threw in a load of groceries, to boot. All on her tab.

“We’ll pay you back,” Jessica swore. “I swear we will.”

Tina’s calm eyes did wonders to put her at ease. “I’m sure you will. Don’t worry.”

“Um, shouldn’t we get back to help with lunch?” she tried.

Tina shook her head. “The boys have managed so far…”

Boys? Even in human form, the bear brothers were the size of linebackers.

“They’ll manage one more day. Don’t worry.”

Those last two words, Tina repeated again and again, but Jessica still worried. A lot, and not about the brothers managing lunch.

By the time Tina got them back to the saloon and waved good-bye, it was four o’clock. The good news was, Simon had disappeared on some urgent business, which left only his older brother to deal with. She barely knew Soren, who’d always been busy learning the ins and outs of clan leadership from his grandfather, but the basics of what she remembered were the same. He was a man of few words who let body language do the talking — mostly in the form of wide-footed stances that screamed,
Alpha bear! Pass at your own risk!
For all his gruff, monosyllabic instructions, though, he was also surprisingly polite. For a grizzly bear, at least.

“Fridge, sink, stove. Watch you don’t burn yourself,” he grunted during a tour of the massive kitchen between the front and back rooms of the saloon. “Harry.” He pointed to the cook, an older, near-deaf wolf shifter, like the man was another pot or pan.

Harry flashed them a toothless smile and went right back to prepping burgers for the day.

“Keys,” Soren pointed to a nail on the wall and led them out back.

Jess was starting to see why Tina figured a couple of friendly waitresses might help business at the saloon.

“Smoker. Mine. Don’t touch.” Soren waved at the contraption in a fenced-off area just outside the back door. “Please,” he added as an afterthought, then strode on.

Jess lingered over the metal barrel for a second, relishing the smell of smoked ribs. If they tasted anywhere near as good as they smelled, the saloon might have a chance at turning a profit, after all. She made a mental note to advertise ribs on the sidewalk chalkboard out front. In big, bold letters.

Soren plowed on with Jess and Janna on his heels. “Beer fridge. Don’t get locked in.”

There were more
don’t’s
than
do’s
on his list, but okay, she could live with that.

“Is there an alarm?” Janna asked.

Soren stared at her. His furrowed brow said,
I’m the alarm.

The funny thing was, he put Jess at ease. Maybe there was an upside to working for a couple of grouchy bears. She’d been looking over her shoulder ever since fleeing Montana, but here… Maybe she wouldn’t have to fear for her life here. Only for her heart.

“Simon tends the bar,” Soren went on, lumbering back inside.

Her nerves twisted right back into a knot. That was the part she was dreading. As a waitress, she’d have constant interaction with Simon. But one thing at a time, right?

“Questions?” Soren asked.

“What do you do?” Janna — gutsy Janna — asked.

“Smoked ribs.” He glared, but it seemed to be aimed at fate rather than her sister. “Paperwork. Orders. Closing up.”

The sisters exchanged glances. Okay, one less bear to deal with in the minute-to-minute operation of the place. They’d both waitressed before. They could handle that.

“You all set?” Soren asked.

Apparently, that was the extent of his tour.

“Um, aprons?” Jessica ventured.

“Notepads?” Janna added. “Specials of the day? Cleaning supplies?”

Soren’s eyes narrowed. His grim face folded into a deeper frown.

Jessica grabbed her sister’s elbow and steered her toward the front as the bear shifter’s eyes grew darker still. “We’ll figure it out. Right, Janna?” She jabbed her sister in the ribs.

“Ow!” Janna protested. “I mean, right.”

Soren nodded once and disappeared out back.

Old Harry the cook seemed like the safer person to aim their questions at, so they did and tried their best to get oriented to the job.

Once the first few customers trickled in, there was so much to do, so much to figure out, that she didn’t notice when Simon first appeared behind the bar. But the second she noticed, well…

He might have been a part of that massive structure himself, the way he stood and stared. As if he were carved from wood, like the bear in the mountain scene at the very top. The blue eyes were the only part of him that moved, following her as she worked, then darting away. He stood smack in front of the mirror, and it was almost too much, seeing that much of him at once — the expressionless front, the ridiculously broad back. The thick, sand-colored hair she’d once weaved her fingers through when they kissed.

“Jess!” Janna hissed, snapping her out of her daze. “Customer. Go.”

Clear, concise directions were about all her mind could process just then.

She pasted a smile on, got the customer’s order, and froze when she turned to the bar.

Bar. Simon. Drinks…

Thank God for her sister, who grabbed the drink orders out of her hand and took them to Simon like he was just another bartender in just another bar.

Jess cringed at the thought. Maybe that’s all she was to Simon — just another former lover. A guy like him had to have had more than his fair share.

The next time she glanced back, though, his gaze was on her again, and it seemed to stay there all night. Even when she studiously ignored him, she could feel his gaze on her back. And damn it, her wolf panted with pleasure.

Mine! Mate!

The wolf didn’t get it. And she didn’t get
him
. Did he despise her so much that he had to obsess about her now?

“You do the food, I’ll do the drinks,” Janna said in her next sweep past.

And just like that, they got a system going. One that kept the customers happy and Jessica as far away from the bar as she could manage without leaving the saloon — or preferably, the state. But the work kept her busy, especially after Janna darted out to the sidewalk and announced, “Spare ribs!” to a tangle of cowboys striding down the street. Before long, beer flowed, ribs were chomped down to the bone, and raucous laughter rang out through the open doors to the street. With the onset of night, the temperature dropped, and a pleasant breeze worked its way inside, along with more customers, drawn by the noise of the first group.

“Nothing like business to bring more business,” Janna murmured with a satisfied smile.

It wasn’t exactly a stampede, but it kept them busy. Busy enough to run out of ribs, though no one seemed to care much as long as the booze flowed. The customers were all men, but they stayed just this side of rowdy, and all of them were polite enough.

“Another beer, honey?”

“How about dessert?”

There was no dessert, but she sold them an extra order of fries and made another mental note on what was becoming a long list.

The only other shifter who drifted through the saloon was a state cop, Kyle Williams — a member of Twin Moon pack and another badass shifter who could silence a room with one broody look. He came in, tipped his hat at her and Janna, and gave every guy in the place a slow, pointed look-over. When he left after a few quiet words with Simon, the whole place seemed to exhale.

Not long after, Soren made his second appearance of the night. The first had come a few hours earlier, when things were in full swing. He’d had a good look around, then disappeared silently out back. This time, though, he planted himself right next to the bar, folded his tree-trunk arms over his chest, and announced the last call.

Last call,
his stance told every customer,
or else.

She’d never seen a quieter group of drinkers file out of a bar, or any more polite.

“Thank you, honey.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

The customers even tipped their hats. Left healthy tips, too. Some of the best she’d ever earned.

She glanced back at the bar, where both brothers stood in tight-lipped command, and it occurred to her that maybe Simon hadn’t just been glaring at her all night.

“Goodnight, darling,” one of the cowboy-types called and immediately shrank back at the growl coming from the bar.

She whipped around to study Simon, whose murderous eyes ordered the man out the door, and fast.

A warm, secure feeling settled over her weary body as her wolf side went all sappy again. Hadn’t it gotten the memo about being tough?

Our mate takes care of us. Protects us.

He lied to us
, Jess wanted to retort, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to. Not when his gaze turned to her and glowed just a little bit. The way it used to, all those years ago, before things went wrong.

Did he still care? Did he still feel?

A cloud came over his face, and he went straight back to that impassive prison-guard look he’d had all night.

“Come back soon.” Janna ushered the last customers out the door.

Jessica leaned against a table, suddenly wiped out.

“You. You.” Soren pointed at her, then Janna. “Good job. Go to bed.”

“Not before we count the tips,” Janna shot back. Jessica had always been the no-nonsense, ballsy one, but for once, their roles were reversed. “Ten percent for the bar, five for the house, right?”

Simon shook his head and even Soren looked surprised when he said, “Tips are all yours tonight.”

Janna let out a whoop and jiggled her full pockets. “Awesome!”

Soren nodded his agreement. “Now get going.”

“But the cleanup…” Jess protested, despite the throbbing in her feet.

“We’ll get it tonight.” He nodded at Simon. “You can do tomorrow.”

She looked around the unwiped tables, the dirty dishes that needed clearing. Didn’t want to even think about the toilets, which wouldn’t get any cleaner on their own. “But…”

“Tomorrow,” Soren ordered. “Go to bed.”

She should have protested a little more, but her knees were buckling by then and a glance in the mirror showed a ghost of her usual self. Or rather, a ghost of the ghost she’d become these last few months. God, when had she become so thin, so worn?

“Thanks,” she managed and wobbled toward the back.

“Goodnight!” Janna called, walking along Jessica’s left side, blocking her from Simon.

And God, she’d never appreciated her sister as much as she did tonight.

“Goodnight,” Soren answered.

“Goodnight,” Jess murmured as they went past the bar.

She couldn’t see Simon, and she swore she didn’t hear him speak, but she could feel the bass of his voice rumble in her bones when he growled his reply.