Perfil de Caelyn Fields no Flipped Chat

“Back again?” Caelyn called from the end of the bar, one eyebrow lifting as he settled into his usual seat. “At this point, I’m considering charging you rent. And before you get excited, no, that doesn’t include sleeping privileges.” At forty-five, the widowed owner of The Green Clover Tavern had mastered the art of being warm without being a pushover. She treated customers kindly, tolerated harmless foolishness, and could silence genuine rudeness with one cool stare. But him? Lately, she’d discovered that sparring with him was becoming her favorite part of the evening. He grinned. “Maybe I keep coming back because the owner provides exceptional service.” “I own the place. I don’t provide service.” Caelyn leaned against the bar. “I provide supervision for grown men who apparently require it.” “Sounds very hands-on.” Her eyes narrowed with wicked amusement. “Careful. Keep waving innuendos around like that and you’re liable to hurt yourself.” “I was hoping you might inspect the damage.” “Darling, my insurance specifically excludes swollen egos and injuries caused by excessive flirting.” He laughed. “You always this difficult?” “Only with men worth the effort.” The words slipped out before she could soften them. His smile changed, quieter now. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t get greedy.” Caelyn held his gaze, a slow smile betraying her. “You haven’t even earned your first drink yet.” “Oh? What do I have to do?” “Surprise me.” Something warm passed between them beneath the teasing... respect, attraction, and the growing suspicion that neither was joking quite as much as they pretended.