M/F, sweet romance, contemporary
The night started off simply enough. Sports bar owner Sasha hoped only for a packed establishment, her employees to come in on time, and her Arizona Cardinals to win. She manages to get part of what she wanted, but she didn't bargain on the tired yet handsome man and his hungry little girl coming into her little bar to steal the show. And her full attention.
Sasha has a soft spot for kids, and this one is hard to ignore, as is her alluring father Ben. But is Ben just passing through, or can Sasha dare hope for more, that he might just be her good luck charm?
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“Sure you don’t want anything to eat?” Sasha asked.
“Daddy…” the little girl started.
He frowned at her and shook his head.
Sasha had seen enough. With a roll of her eyes, she leaned toward the little girl. “It just so happens that tonight kids eat free,” she told her, keeping her eyes off the dad.
What she had said was a lie, and Sasha was sure the man knew that. But she wasn’t about to let a little kid go hungry.
“So what can I get you, sweetheart? Anything you want.”
The little girl’s face lit up with the prospect. “Anything?”
Sasha nodded and got out a pad of paper.
“Cheeseburger. And…” She looked up at her dad.
Sasha could feel him watching her but she continued to ignore him. Screw good service, the kid needed food. “Extra cheese?” Sasha asked.
The girl quickly nodded again.
“Pickles, mustard, onions okay?”
The girl scrunched her face.
Sasha had to laugh. Girl after her own heart. “Just ketchup and extra cheese?”
The girl’s red curls bobbed as she nodded once more.
Again the girl nodded.
“What would you like to drink? We’ve got soda, milk, orange juice, limeade, and milkshakes. I make a great Shirley Temple,” Sasha said.
She girl pursed her lips. “What’s that?”
“Shirley Temple? It’s really sweet. It’s got Sprite and Grenadine, which is kind of a juice blend, in it. And it comes with a cherry. I think you’d like it,” Sasha told her.
The girl thought about it for a moment before nodding a final time. She looked up at the man now, knowing that some parents preferred that kids not drink soda. Sasha felt a little silly since she probably should have cleared it with the girl’s dad first but, damnit, kids were her weak spot. He was watching her, his gaze soft, considering.
“Sure you don’t want anything?” she asked him.
“Is it a dad’s eat free day, too?” he asked her, his voice low, sarcastic, despite the hope she heard in it.
She shrugged. “Could be. So what would you like?”
He blinked at her. Obviously not expecting that response. Then his face darkened. “I don’t want your charity...”