Flipping the towel he was using over his shoulder, he walked over to me. “Is he going to be a problem?”
Both of the boys—Jax and Nick—could be a wee bit overprotective, as could Clyde. “No, he won’t be a problem. I think he got the message tonight.” I cocked my head at him. “Besides, I’m not your little sister and you’ve got to run all the boys off.”
“I don’t have a little sister.”
“Whatever.”
“I have a younger brother, though.” He placed his hands on either side of me and dipped his chin. As close as we were, I could see that his eyes were more green than brown. And holy mother of pearls, we were as close as My Little Ponies. “And Roxy, I do not see the word sister when I think of you.”
“Oh?” My glasses started to slip down my nose.
“I’d totally get with you,” he announced. Just like that. Bam. Right in my face.
My eyes widened as shock jolted through me. Never in a gazillion years had Nick shown any interest in me. “Um . . .”
His lips curled up in a half grin. “But then I couldn’t work here anymore, so that isn’t going to happen. I’d probably make an exception for you, but that’s not the main reason why I wouldn’t . . .” He moved one hand and tapped the tip of my nose. “Go there with you.”
I stared at him a moment, flattered, and . . . yeah, dumbfounded. “Thanks. I think.”
He winked and then pushed off the bar. Grabbing the towel off his shoulder, he picked up a spray cleaner and spritzed the bar top. It took a moment for my brain to start working again. I fixed my glasses.
“Well, I’d . . . totally do you, too, but then it would just be awkward.”