The rest of the night zoomed by. We did final call, and then cleared out the bar before we cashed out tips and settled the register. Normally when Nick and I did this together, we did so with nothing but music to keep us company. Usually I’d find the most annoying song known to man and play it, but I wasn’t really feeling it tonight.

And apparently Nick was in a chatty mood. “Who was that guy who was in here talking to you?”

I shut the register door and scribbled the totals on the spreadsheet Jax had created. One day, Mona’s would grow up to be a real bar and we’d get a POS system. A girl could dream. I sighed as I faced him, leaning against the bar while he cleaned up. “He was just some guy I went out on a date with.”

“Only going to be one date?”

I shrugged. “Yeah. Not interested.”

Flipping the towel he was using over his shoulder, he walked over to me. “Is he going to be a problem?”

Both of the boys—­Jax and Nick—­could be a wee bit overprotective, as could Clyde. “No, he won’t be a problem. I think he got the message tonight.” I cocked my head at him. “Besides, I’m not your little sister and you’ve got to run all the boys off.”

“I don’t have a little sister.”

“Whatever.”

“I have a younger brother, though.” He placed his hands on either side of me and dipped his chin. As close as we were, I could see that his eyes were more green than brown. And holy mother of pearls, we were as close as My Little Ponies. “And Roxy, I do not see the word sister when I think of you.”

“Oh?” My glasses started to slip down my nose.

“I’d totally get with you,” he announced. Just like that. Bam. Right in my face.

My eyes widened as shock jolted through me. Never in a gazillion years had Nick shown any interest in me. “Um . . .”

His lips curled up in a half grin. “But then I couldn’t work here anymore, so that isn’t going to happen. I’d probably make an exception for you, but that’s not the main reason why I wouldn’t . . .” He moved one hand and tapped the tip of my nose. “Go there with you.”

I stared at him a moment, flattered, and . . . yeah, dumbfounded. “Thanks. I think.”

He winked and then pushed off the bar. Grabbing the towel off his shoulder, he picked up a spray cleaner and spritzed the bar top. It took a moment for my brain to start working again. I fixed my glasses.

“Well, I’d . . . totally do you, too, but then it would just be awkward.”

Nick chuckled.

“So . . . you really, truly just hook up with chicks and then never see them again?” Curiosity might’ve killed the cat, but it was my best friend.