“Amy!” a deep voice calls. “Amy, what the hell?” Chad glances over my shoulder, eyes narrowed towards the voice. “I’ve been waiting for you for like twenty minutes. I thought we were meeting downstairs.” I spin on my stool to see a man striding towards the bar. Holy shit, do they put something in the water here? This guy is gorgeous too. His chocolate brown hair sweeps down over his brow as he hooks me with those hazel eyes. He’s got the perfect amount of stubble covering that chiseled jaw. Not to mention the way his chest and arms fill out his too-tight t-shirt. He’s a pro athlete, I’d bet
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