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The Favor

EPOV

"So there he is, Mr. GQ!" I looked up from my paperwork to see that Emmett had come in and was making his way towards the bar. I rolled my eyes at him. "What? It's not every day that my little brother gets interviewed by the biggest paper in the city. Let me bask in the glow of your celebrity status."

"It's just another one of their local business features. Sure, it will be good for business, but it's no big deal."

"When is it going to be printed?" Even though I knew it wasn't a big deal, I still appreciated the fact that Emmett thought it was. He was truly a good brother.

"Some time next week. We'll see." I said as I punch the buttons of my calculator.

"Can't wait to read it." There was a slight pause. "So Eddie…I need a little bit of a favor." I internally cringed at the nickname and the four words that followed. I hated when he called me that. I don't know why he would use those words right before asking me for a favor. The probability of accommodating him just went down significantly, even with the little buttering up session at the beginning.

Yup, I saw what he did there. Can't way to read it – pffttt! He doesn't read anything except the TV Guide.

As much as I immediately wanted to say no, Emmett was a police officer with Seattle's finest and hardly ever came in when he was on duty. For that reason alone I was a little bit more inclined to hear him out. Just a little.

"Please don't call me that. What kind of favor?" There is hardly anything I wouldn't do for Em but that didn't mean I was going to agree to what he needed without knowing the details first. I wasn't that stupid. Or at least I wasn't that stupid any more. I had learned a valuable lesson that time in tenth grade when I blindly agreed to help Emmett. Let's just say my eyebrows eventually grew back and leave it at that. "Want a soda?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks. So, it's a kind of two part favor." I looked at him with skepticism. For some reason I didn't like were this was going. "I know someone who needs a job. My boss's daughter is going to school and needs to find something at night. I thought this might be perfect."

"Wait, your boss' daughter? As in Chief Swan's daughter?" Hell, I had no idea what to do with that.

"The one and only. Look, she's a really great kid and actually helps us in the morning by putting the kids on the bus when we both have the early shift and she babysits, but she needs money. I just figured she could bartend or waitress or something."

"Does she have any experience?"

"I don't think so." My defenses were immediately up as I thought of mixed up orders, broken glasses, and unhappy customers. I understood that in today's economy people needed jobs, but I was running a business. I built Good Time's at Masen's from the ground up. It was my pride and joy and I didn't like anyone fucking it up.

"Look, Em, I'd like to help but…" He cut me off before I could get any further.

"Can you just give her a shot? If it doesn't work out, so be it, but it would mean a lot to me and the Chief. This is the only thing I can think of that she can do and still be able to babysit for us. She's really responsible and she will give you one-hundred percent." The constipated look on his face made me realize that for some reason this was unusually important to him. Emmett hardly ever asked me for anything. My resolve was fading.

"Is the Chief really going to be okay with his little girl working in a bar? I mean, is he going to be coming in all guns a blazing every time she gets hit on or some asshole makes a rude comment, because can I handle that shit in my own way when it happens. But I cannot have the police here all the time. It's bad for business." His expression reminded me of someone who had just seen their puppy kicked. "No offense." God, he was so sensitive for a big guy.

"First, his little girl is twenty-three years old and working on her Master's Degree. She's more than old enough to decide where she wants to get a job without asking her daddy's permission. And second, Bella is bad ass. That girl can take care of herself and her dad knows it. On Saturdays she teaches a self-defense course at the station. I saw her with my own two eyes take Newton down during a demonstration like he was nothing. The guy is a tank and she reduced him to a whimpering mess on the floor curled up in the fetal position. It was a thing of beauty."

Well damn, that's just scary…and hot. Definitely a little hot.

"I don't think she'll need any rescuing and I know she won't be calling the chief all the time if that's what you're worried about. She's pretty independent." Emmett was really trying to sell this girl.

"Okay, fine, I'll give her a shot. One shot. Tell her to come in tonight." Emmett's face lit up like Christmas tree. "So what's the second part of the favor?" As soon as I said that there was a power surge and the Christmas tree went dark. He started scratching the back of his neck which was a tell tale sign that he was nervous.

This ought to be good.

"Well, don't get mad but Rosie made me promise to make you promise that you're not going to fuck her." I gasped at what he was insinuating. He wasn't giving me any credit and I was pretty damn insulted. "Don't give me that look, Eddie. We know you. You like pretty girls. And believe me, Bella is real fucking pretty. I do not want to have to explain to my boss that the reason his baby girl is so upset is because my brother fucked and forgot her."

Oh, so now she's his baby girl.

"Also, Rosie will lose her shit and kill you if you give that girl any reason to stop babysitting for us. And I mean kill in the literal sense with her bare hands. The kids love Bella and we completely trust her with them. She is irreplaceable."

I wanted to still feel offended but when I really thought about it, everything he said was true. I did like pretty girls and there really was never a shortage of them around here. If I didn't want to go home alone, I just didn't. And yeah, I didn't want to cause any problems between him and the chief, or me and the chief for that matter. He was usually pretty cool when it came to me and my place of business and I wouldn't want to fuck that up. And as far as Rose goes, I loved her like a sister but she scares the ever loving shit out of me. Pissing her off was not an option.

"Okay, so no fucking the police chief's daughter. I won't, I promise." And I truly meant it.

Criss-cross apple sauce, stick a needle in my eye and all that shit. I will not fuck her.

Emmett used his cop voodoo to stare me down a minute or two until he saw what he wanted to see. When he was finally appeased, he relaxed again.

"Great! I knew you would do it. Thanks, man."

"Well, don't thank me yet. If she sucks I'm not letting her anywhere near my bar."

"She's a good girl, Ed. I'm pretty sure she doesn't suck. You just make sure you let someone else near your bar." He actually used air quotes and I couldn't roll my eyes fast enough at how fucking cheesy he was being.

"You know what I mean, Emmett. If she can't hack it she's not getting a job." I was just a little done with this conversation.

"I know, I know. A chance is all I'm asking for and I appreciate you giving it to her. But I don't think she'll disappoint you."

We'll just have to see about that.

"Just have her come in later today or tomorrow and we'll set up a trial run."

"No problem, I'll let her know. Thanks, Eddie. I owe you."

"Yeah you do. I'll let you know when I'm ready to collect. Now, don't you have work to do? Get out of here and go catch some bad guys or some shit like that." He stood up and grabbed his hat.

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't fuck her. See ya dude." He said as he headed for the door.

"Jesus Christ, I won't!" I yelled at his retreating form. I could hear him chuckle until the door shut behind him. The lack of faith he had in me was really annoying.

I'll show him. I will not fuck her. No matter what.

Emmett's going to eat his words.

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