Two hours later, Curtis was standing against the wall, massive arms crossed, watching Tessa serve the table of out-of-town assholes their fifth round of beers and Slammers. He didn’t like the vibe that group was giving off and he was observing her carefully, watching her body language to see if she was afraid or tense around them. He always kept an eye on the female staff, of course, but Tessa was something special, and he’d never even pretended otherwise.
He narrowed his hard blue eyes, his whole large body aching to just go over and get between her and the morons. He knew – he just knew – that there’d be trouble with them tonight, and he glanced over at Jax. Their eyes met and he sensed his boss’ unease. So he wasn’t the only one on high alert.
He heard Tessa’s nervous laugh now, and h
