Tapped: A Love on the Rocks Novella by Cora Cade Page B

before glancing to his left at the woman he had his sights on.
    "Hey."
    She was sipping her beer and at his greeting she turned her face just a bit. Just enough Will could see her dark eyes behind those plastic frames crinkle in a smile. She sat her drink down before responding.
    "Hey, yourself."
    "Will Calder," he thrust a hand out.
    She took it with a smile, "Georgia."
    "Just Georgia? No last name?"
    "Just Georgia for now." She took a slow perusal of him from head to toe. "You might be a really attractive crazy person. Better safe than sorry."
    He reluctantly dropped her hand. "Fair point."
    He was still chuckling when Molly appeared. "What can I get you, Will?"
    "What's new on tap tonight?"
    "I've got a new Belgian you might prefer."
    "Sounds good, and how about another drink for Georgia here?"
    Molly gave him her patented no nonsense look. The woman was fierce and protective, and it appeared Georgia had already gained a friend. Because Will knew all the locals, and the luscious Georgia wasn't a townie. The thought gave him a little twinge. He wasn't a kid anymore and wasn't looking for a summer fling.
    When Georgia smiled up at him he forgot all about his good intentions. She was beautiful and he wanted to know her better. However he could make that happen. Molly sat their beers down and slid them across the polished mahogany bar.

    * * *
    A n hour and several drinks later, Georgia had that warm floating feeling she got just before she toppled into one too many territory. Will was attractive, dark hair and eyes with perfectly defined muscles under his well worn jeans and concert tee. He wasn't pushy or staring at her tits on the regular.
    She wanted him to make a move, but he seemed perfectly content to chat with her as the bar filled up around them. He was an incredibly decent guy, and all Georgia could think about was getting him naked and riding him.
    While Will talked she found herself just staring at his mouth. Nice lips, perfect teeth, a dimple on one side when he smiled just right. Kissable.
    They were turned on their stools, knees touching, their heads close together in deference to the rising noise levels of the pub. It was getting steadily harder to hear one another, but Georgia wasn't upset about the scant distance between them. He smelled like sawdust and aftershave. For whatever reason that alone was enough to make her panties damp.
    Or maybe it was just Will. Deliciously fuckable Will.
    Georgia was sipping her water, determined not to overdo it tonight, when someone threw an elbow and she spilled her drink down her front again. She was a mess. At least it was water this time. Glancing up, she saw Will's face set in a grim line, and then a shrill female voice rose above the noise nearest them.
    "Oh, honey! I'm so sorry you spilled your water. On a diet, huh? I know all about how hard it is to keep your girlish figure."
    Georgia narrowed her eyes at the interloper. A very attractive and thin woman with viciously dyed hair and painted-on jeans.
    "Don't even worry your pretty little head about it." Georgia worked hard to keep the bite out of her voice, but she was so over people being assholes. "I'm sure Will doesn't mind the show much."
    As she waved a hand at the breast that was on display much like a wet t-shirt contest, Will's gaze zeroed in on the nipple poking through her lace bra. It was nice to know he wasn't completely immune.
    "No complaints here." He smiled and that lone dimple appeared. "Georgia, this unrepentant asshole is Tori Hicks. She's a local as well."
    "And his ex-girlfriend."
    Will didn't miss a beat. "And Tori, this is Just Georgia. She's a school teacher from Chicago and quite possibly the love of my life."
    Georgia turned in time to catch Tori's mouth fall open before she snapped it shut and said, "Don't be silly, Will."
    "Yeah, Will. Don't be silly . I can't be the love of your life if you haven't even kissed me yet."
    Georgia didn't hesitate. She grabbed Will by his shirt and tugged him