He moved so close she could see his nose hairs. “I’m in charge of the bouncers, and that includes you. Now how about you tuck your balls back between your legs and mind your own business.”

“Stop being a jerk.”

That infuriated him. “Ever since you came here, you’ve been trying to take over. It’s no mystery that you’re the one who got Dell fired.”

She reared back on her ridiculous high heels and craned her neck to look up at him. “Dell was a dishonest turd, but then you probably knew that.”

He jutted his jaw. “You’re riding high right now, but once the boss stops boning you, he won’t even remember your name.”

A fireball exploded in her head, and she dug her finger into the middle of his chest. “Meet me in the alley after closing, you scumbag. Then we’ll see who has the biggest set of balls.”

She’d finally pierced his swagger. “Are you serious? You want to fight me?”

Not exactly. But just because he was big didn’t mean he was quick, and maybe she’d get lucky. Probably not, but maybe. She curled her lip at him. “Why not?”

He puffed out his chest. “I’m not fighting a chick.”

“Afraid I’ll get you pregnant?”

He stepped back, as if she were contagious. “You’re a lunatic, you know that?”

She grimaced as he stalked off. He was quite possibly right.

The three original women in the booth with Logan Stray had been joined by two more, all of them young and beautiful. Since Logan had seemed oblivious to her earlier, she was surprised when he gestured for her to scramble over them and sit next to him, but her heels were killing her, so she didn’t object.

“How old are you?” he said as she slid in. He’d begun to slur his words, not surprising, considering the amount of liquor being consumed at the table.

“Thirty-three, chronologically.”

“What does that mean?”

She slipped off her shoes under the table and took note of the tiny pimple lurking next to his soul patch. “I don’t always act my age.”

“Older or younger?” He asked as if he were genuinely interested.

“It depends on the situation.”

“What about now?”

“Um... forty-two.”

“Seriously?” He grinned. “That’s sick. I dig older women.” His breath held the overly sweet stench of the Red Bull he’d been mixing with Grey Goose, and he seemed to be having trouble focusing. “People think everythin’s a big party for me, but it’s not. I got all this business to handle. Lotta people to take care of.”