I grinned, thinking about those lovebirds. I refused to be one of them. Alice would have to be satisfied with two out of three of us finding women to keep. I’d say those odds were pretty good results from a charity auction.

“What can I get you?” I asked the next customer, turning and placing a napkin on the bar. When I looked up, it was Astrid. I smiled. “Hey there, sweets.”

She smiled in return, pushed her glasses up. She had on jeans and a green, sleeveless top that matched the color of her eyes exactly. The top had little buttons down the front and three of them were undone. Only a hint of cleavage could be seen, but I couldn’t miss her shape tonight. My mouth watered at those delectable curves. Full tits, a narrow waist and wide hips. She was like an hourglass with lots of dips and hollows that I wanted to explore. For hours. Days.

“Hi. I know this is a busy time.” She glanced around and moved over a little as someone wedged onto the bar stool beside her.

“No worries. I’m glad you stopped by.”

I was glad. She was… refreshing. That sounded fucking stupid, like she was an ice-cold beer after a hot day mending fences. “Isn’t this late for you?”

Nodding, she leaned her forearms on the bar. A little more of her creamy cleavage was revealed. But the fact that she still skipped the makeup and her hair was back in the same braid as the night before meant she wasn’t here for seduction. Although the hint of vanilla I breathed in made my dick twitch, which it hadn’t done for any of the hot women so far tonight. “I finished the last of my special orders and just picked up a batch of raspberries from McMann’s fruit stand. She keeps some on the side for me.”

The sun hadn’t set yet, but if she was up at four as she’d mentioned, she’d been working well over twelve hours.

I cleared my throat. “What can I get you? Drink? Pillow?”

She grinned, then quirked a brow. “Iced tea?”

I nodded, went to pour that for her. Added a lemon slice. When I placed it in front of her, she pulled out her wallet and I held up my hand. “On me.”

She smiled again. “Thanks. I, um…” A rowdy group of guys a few feet down the bar distracted her. “I came to ask you something.” Her voice raised to be heard.

I gritted my teeth at the noise. Astrid shouting to talk to me wasn’t okay. I looked down the length of the bar and got Kelly’s attention. I gave the bar manager a little finger wave to indicate I was stepping away. She nodded and I ducked under the bar flap to get to Astrid. Taking her hand, I said, “Come on.”