My dad was hired to do some work there a couple years ago. He said it was an amazing house.â
âI suppose it is.â He didnât sound very convinced about this. But before Casey could ask him what he didnât like about the house, he went on, âWhat does your dad do? And Iâm going to pay you back for his ticket. Iâm sorry that Iâm using it in his place.â
She waved this away. âDonât worry about it. He really did have a union meeting tonight. Heâs an electrician. He does a lot of work in older homesârenovations and upgrading antique wiring. Thereâs still a lot of knob-and-tube wiring in Denver, you know.â
One corner of his mouthânot that she was staring at his mouthâcurved up into a smile that was positively dangerous.
âWhat?â she said defensivelyâbecause if she didnât defend herself from that sly smile... Well, she didnât know what would happen. But it wouldnât be good.
In fact, it would be bad. The very best kind of bad.
âNothing. Iâve just got to stop being surprised by you, thatâs all.â They advanced another place in line. âWhat are we ordering?â
âWell, seeing as this is Coors Field, we really donât have too many options when it comes to beer. ItâsâshockinglyâCoors.â
âNo!â he said in surprise. âDo they make beer?â
She stared at him. âWaitâwas that a joke? Were you trying to be funny?â
That grinâoh, hell . âDepends. Did it work?â
Noâwell, yes, but no . No, she couldnât allow him to be a regular guy. If this âcompany outingâ was going to stay strictly aboveboard, he could not suddenly develop a set of pecs and a sense of humor at the same time. She couldnât take it. âMr. Richardsââ
âReally, Casey,â he said, cutting her off, âweâre about to drink a competitorâs beer outside of normal business hours at a game. Call me Zeb.â
She was a strong woman. She was. Sheâd worked at the Beaumont Brewery for twelve years and during that time, sheâd never once gotten involved with a coworker. Sheâd had to negotiate the fine line between âinnocent flirtingâ and âsexual harassmentâ on too many occasions, but once sheâd earned her place at the table, that had fallen away.
But this? Calling Richards by his first name? Buying beer with him at a ball game? Pointedly not staring at the way he filled out an officially licensed T-shirt? Listening to him crack jokes?
She simply wasnât that strong. This wasnât a company outing. It was starting to feel like a date.
They reached the cashier. âCasey!â Marco gave her a high five over the counter.
She could feel Zeb behind her. He wasnât touching her, but he was close enough that her skin was prickling. âMarcoâwhatâs the latest?â
âIt happened, girl.â Marco pointed to a neon sign over his headâone that proudly proclaimed they served Percheron Drafts.
Casey whistled. âYou were right.â
âI told you,â he went on. âThey cut a deal. You wanna try something? Their pale ale is good. Or is that not allowed? I heard you had a new boss thereâanother crazy Beaumont. Two of them, even!â He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. âYou think the Beaumonts knew their brother or half brother or whatever he is took over? I heard it might have been planned...â
It took everything Casey had not to look back over her shoulder at Zeb. Maybe she was reading too much into the situation, but she would put money on the fact that he wasnât grinning anymore. âI bet it was a hell of a surprise,â she said, desperate to change the subject. âGive me the pale ale andââ
âNachos, extra jalapeños?â He winked at her. âIâm on
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