Please don’t eat those.” Connor placed his hand over hers, stopping her from popping the handful of peanuts that she’d just scooped from the bowl on the bar into her mouth. “What?” Samantha looked down at his hand covering hers, confused. “Why not?” “Because they have pee on them.” He had such a serious expression on his face and his statement was so silly that she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “What are you talking about?” She attempted to pull her hand from his, but he refused to release her. “I’m talking about all the hands that go into that bowl. We’re at a tavern. People getting drunk, forgetting to wash their hands, then putting their pee-covered hands in the bowl.” “How do you know that?” “Aside from the fact it’s true, I owned a nightclub and we had bowls of nuts for the patrons so I’ve seen it.”
