FORKING THE BILLIONAIRE (ACCIDENTALLY SMITTEN #3) BY KEIRA BLACKWOOD – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Keira Blackwood
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There’s no good way to hide a lizard in your pants. Fortunately for me, I
wasn’t wearing pants.
Not even cargo pockets could contain the little squirmers with their
sticky toes and endless escape tactics. I’d learned my lesson the last time, or
more accurately, over the course of the last three times testing different
pocket styles.
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Last week, trial three had concluded with the terrified anole leaping out
of my pants, plopping into a customer’s mojito, and being mistaken for a
lime. Of course that misperception only lasted about ten seconds, at which
point the guy lifted his drink to his lips, then the anole sprung from the
glass and landed in his wife’s hair.
Ever since that night, I made a conscious effort to always wear a dress
with big, Santa’s-sack-sized pockets for optimal lizard storage during my
shifts at Rum Bum Tiki Tavern. Today was no exception.
The plan: snatch up every adrift anole before Rufus could.
The stakes: life or death.
Upbeat ukulele played through the speakers, sweet and fatty scents
drifted from the kitchen, and empty glasses reflected the ceiling fan’s
spinning blades. A handful of patrons enjoyed their meals at the outdoor
tables on the patio. There was a good three hours left until the evening rush.
The only people inside the building were my friends Ziggy and Sage sitting
on tiki head stools across the bar from me, Rufus in the back, and the lizard
I’d just tucked away in my right pocket. That’s right, lizards count as
people.
“Kill it!” Rufus barreled out of the kitchen.
He wasn’t a large man, or particularly imposing in any way, even with a
scowl on his face and a spatula waving in his fist like a weapon. But, he
was my boss.
Since I needed use of my hands to prove I wasn’t up to any
shenanigans, I leaned my hip against the bar to keep the top of my pocket
sealed. I dropped the lemons I’d just sliced into their little bin and feigned
ignorance. “Kill what?”
“You know what.” Despite his murderous intent, his sour expression,
and his snarly tone, Rufus was actually a lovely person. He had trench-deep
laugh lines and crow’s feet to prove it. “Same scourge I’m forced to fight
every single day of my life.”
Even though he was talking to Rufus, Ziggy’s dark eyes narrowed at
me. “You might not want to talk so loudly about scourges.”
“Or let customers know you’re planning to deal the death blow with the
same tool you use to flip their burgers.” Sage turned her blueberry gaze to
the rusty spatula in Rufus’s fist.
Rufus glared at each of them in turn. “You both know this is my anole
smasher. It never touched a bit of food in its life, never will.”
“But do the customers know that?” Sage raised a brow, nearly as bushy
and equally as gray as Rufus’s.
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