Nothing to do with seeing for himself how Roly’s new manager ran the place and what kind of changes she’d been making. Nothing at all to do with wanting to see her again. Billie was doing the rounds for empties when he walked in and she looked businesslike and efficient in tailored black trousers and a crisp white shirt. Not that he’d been expecting a miniskirt, fishnets, and six-inch heels, no, but a man had his fantasies and that one had been particularly vivid. Adam watched as she made her way back to the bar and stacked the glasses directly into a washing rack, her movements smooth and unhurried. She glanced up as he reached the bar, the surprise in those tawny eyes giving way to warmth that sliced straight through him. ‘What are you drinking, Kincaid?’ ‘Middy of light.’ ‘Try the peanuts,’ she said, nodding towards a bowl on the counter as she slid a glass beneath the beer tap. ‘You can’t fool me.
