Easy Moves

GabeThe new Assistant U.S. Attorney was the last person I needed in my business... or my bar. The way she walked in wearing a tight suit and red power heels, flashing that badge should be illegal. Asking her for help was a mistake. Wanting her was a complication, one that I couldn't afford. We were from two different worlds. Taylor was spoiled, privileged and in way over her head. I was just the bad boy that girls like here were attracted to, a passing phase. An itch to scratch. I was no good for her and never would be. TaylorNew Orleans was a fresh start, a chance to reinvent myself and do some good. Too bad the first person I met was a grumpy bartender with a chip on his shoulder. He said I knew nothing about his city, the people or what they needed. But one look at the bad boy bartender and I knew exactly what I needed. Even if I refused to admit it. Gabe was a connection to the community. Offering to waitress at his bar in exchange for his help had nothing to do with his flexing biceps or tattoos. He thought he knew me, that I couldn't handle him or the city... but he was wrong.