My dude if you don’t stop acting like she’s your girlfriend she’s gonna get scared off 😬

Excerpt from Song and Dance, a sage owen romance novel WIP. Text as follows: Lark trotted daintily to Billy where he was setting a table by the window with plates and utensils from Annie. The bartender looked somewhere between indulgent and smug as she finished her bar prep. "What's for dinner?" "Burgers from Trisha's, and a tiramisu from that little Italian bakery next door, got there as they were closing up for the night." "You're amazing, you know that?" "Nothing but the best Forked River has to offer for my girl." He grinned, then his look slid away from her. He stared at his hat in his hands for a moment before sitting down. "Sound check go well? You seem happy." "Yeah. It's gonna be fine. I'll do the second set, which should leave plenty of time to step on your toes before and after. I hope you'll survive without me for an hour? I know it wasn't what you were