Page 98 of Wish I Might
“I take it Meg didn’t roll.”
“Nope.”Something nudged her hand, and she opened one eye to see the beer bottle, frosty and perfect.“Thanks.”
“Sure.So what happened?”
Bailey sat up so she could drink the beer without spilling.“She took a swing.”
Nash sat on the other end of the couch and propped his feet on the coffee table.“Did she connect?”
“No, but only because Jeni saw it coming.”Nash was wearing shorts, and his bare thigh was far too close to her bare toes.She drew her knees up to put some distance between them.“Then it was just screams and accusations and tears.”
“Did you fire Meg?”
“I had to.I can’t have my employees brawling in the salon.”
Nash sipped his own beer.“No, you can’t.”
Holding the beer to her aching head, Bailey looked at him.“At least she waited until after closing to do it.”
“Considerate of her.”
“I don’t think she did it on purpose, but at least I didn’t have to contend with clients during that mess.Or, God forbid, someone filming it.”
“No one got out a phone?”
“Oh, a couple of the other stylists did.”She stopped to drink beer.“I had to tell them to knock it off or they were getting fired too.”
“Sounds like a fun day.”
“And now I’m hungry, but I don’t want to cook anything, and I can’t think of anything that sounds good to order.”
“How about sushi?”
She considered that.“It sounds good, but it’ll take an hour to get here.At least.”
“It’s already here.”
“Huh?”
He pointed past her to the kitchen.“I picked it up on my way home.”
She looked over her shoulder at the kitchen table, and the huge takeout bag sitting on it.
“I hope you still like unagi.”
She didn’t bother answering, just leapt up to hurry to the table.
“I take it that’s a yes?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, tearing into the bag and sorting through the containers with unbridled glee.“You got soup dumplings, too?”
“You only get half,” he warned as he joined her at the table.
She was already opening the container and cramming one into her mouth.“Nash, I don’t tell you this enough, but you are a beautiful human being.”
“I’m a humble bean?”he asked confused.
She swallowed.“Never mind.Is there dipping sauce?”
