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    Neighbourhood Watch - Volume 2 - BO: Keeping Up With the Neighbours Series 2, #2
    Neighbourhood Watch - Volume 2 - BO: Keeping Up With the Neighbours Series 2, #2
    Neighbourhood Watch - Volume 2 - BO: Keeping Up With the Neighbours Series 2, #2
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    Neighbourhood Watch - Volume 2 - BO: Keeping Up With the Neighbours Series 2, #2

    By Tracy Krauss

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    Look out! The Malloys are taking over the neighbourhood! Bo Malloy has moved to Calgary and taken a job at the local watering hole. As the only 'sensible' one of the bunch, he's good at lending an ear to patrons and family alike and has taken on the task of untangling his sibling's messes. When his boss's sister moves to town, Bo finds himself attracted to her despite her snobbish ways, creating an unexpected 'mess' in his own life when she makes bad choices that leave his heart in shambles.

    Note to readers: This series, although labelled 'Christian', does contain elements that may be troubling to some readers, such as the use of alcohol as well as pre-marital sexual encounters. (The latter take place 'off camera'.) There is, however, a faith based element throughout with a strong redemptive message at the end of the series

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFictitious Ink Publishing
    Release dateAug 18, 2017
    ISBN9781988447186
    Neighbourhood Watch - Volume 2 - BO: Keeping Up With the Neighbours Series 2, #2
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    Tracy Krauss

    Tracy Krauss is a best selling and award winning author and playwright. "Fiction on the edge without crossing the line"

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      Neighbourhood Watch - Volume 2 - BO - Tracy Krauss

      SCENE 1

      It was Saturday night and the Urban Cowboy was hopping. So was its newest bartender, Bo Malloy.

      Two more Mai Tais and three beer on tap, called a waitress as she leaned up against the long polished counter that ran all the way along one wall of the establishment.

      Soon as I’m finished this order. Bo simultaneously poured whiskey from two separate bottles into twin tumblers filled with ice. To the count of two he lofted the bottles high, letting the dual arcs of liquid gold splash against the rocks of ice below, before lowering them with a flourish.

      Wow. Gettin’ fancy, Crystal, the waitress, commented. You’ve been practicing. She set her tray on the countertop and leaned forward on her elbows.

      Busy is all. Bo flashed her a smile and then wished he hadn’t.

      It was obvious Crystal was flirting, the way she was sticking her behind out and swaying it in the aisle. She had a nice figure, no doubt about that, and her tight jeans - standard uniform for the place - hugged her rounded hips to perfection. But she was probably in her late thirties and her face was hardened by life. He didn’t need that kind of complication.

      He is a show off, came another male voice with a distinct French flair.

      Bo just laughed. Jacques Marcett, the manager of the Urban Cowboy, was pointing an accusing finger his way. Bo plunked two large steins of draft onto Crystal’s tray, the frothy foam dripping down the sides. Jacques’s just jealous cause I know as much as he does. Maybe more. He grinned and glanced at Jacques, waiting for the inevitable tirade of cursing in French.

      He wasn’t disappointed. Jacques could let loose when he wanted to, which was more often than not. Good thing Bo’s own French was almost non-existent, or he was sure his ears would be burning.

      Bo finished Crystal’s order and watched for a moment as she swung away from the counter, drink laden tray lofted high enough so as to maneuver past the crowd without getting bumped.

      Country music blared in the background but was almost lost amid the cacophony of laughter and voices. The Urban Cowboy, a retro bar in downtown Calgary, was a hot location for wannabe cowboys as well as the real McCoy. Owned by a father and son team, it sported a country vibe complete with mechanical bull, lots of neon, wood plank panelling, and mirrors.

      Bo jumped when Jacques slid up next to him. Nice derriere on that one, no?

      Bo immediately straightened his shoulders. No. I mean yes, but I’m not interested.

      No? Jacques raised an aristocratic brow.

      Bo turned back to the row of bottles behind the counter and stashed two empties underneath. I like Crystal well enough, but not in that way.

      Jacques shrugged elegantly and crossed his arms, leaning against the counter with his back to the crowd. Perhaps you will change your mind. Crystal is not known for her… how do you say it? Choosing?

      You mean she’s not choosey? Bo corrected.

      Jacques nodded. Yes. This is what I mean.

      Thanks, Bo retorted with a snort. You make me sound like I’ve got the plague. For the record, she’s not my type.

      Oh? And what is your type?

      None of your business.

      Suit yourself. Just don’t expect any advice - or sympathy - when the time comes. Jacques turned and walked further down the long counter, polishing as he went.

      Don’t worry, I won’t, Bo said under his breath. Not that he didn’t like women, but he’d never made a connection with anyone that went any deeper than the physical. He preferred maintaining a certain amount of aloofness. It was less messy that way.

      Bo had been working side by side with Jacques for a couple of weeks now. Jacques came off as snooty, but once you got to know him he was actually quite personable. His accent and the way he held his chin aloft, complete with pointed goatee, made him seem like he thought he was superior, but it really wasn’t so. At least Bo didn’t think so.

      Bo enjoyed working at the bar. He had never been particularly ambitious, but the pay was actually pretty good, especially when tips were factored in. One of the best things about the job was watching the patrons come and go. Battles won, loves lost, schemes foiled. Flirting, wooing, maneuvering. It was all part of a grand game and Bo enjoyed the spectator aspect of the sport.

      Just as he was about to get back to work Bo spotted his older brother Jed winding his way through the tables toward the bar. They made eye contact and Bo lifted his hand in a wave.

      Jed was tall and broad with curly dark hair, a square face, and the distinct Malloy nose which was somewhat rounded - almost too cute for such an otherwise rugged face. People said Bo and Jed looked the most alike except for the hair colour, but then there was something about a Malloy that couldn’t be mistaken. Perhaps it was the mischief in the eyes. Although Jed was slightly taller than Bo, they were similarly broad across the shoulders. Bo had never tested the theory, but he was sure he could take Jed in a fight if need be. Well, maybe. Jed did have experience on his side.

      Jed plunked himself down on his customary stool at the bar.

      What’ll it be, Bro? Bo slung a towel over his shoulder.

      As if ya need ta ask, Jed said,

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