“Is every man in this city in love with you?” “No.” She rolls her eyes. “It just so happens that the ones you’ve met like me.” Like her. Sure. Would like to get in her pants, maybe. “Not that it’s any of your business,” she says, nodding toward the bartender. “But Pat’s gay and definitely not interested in me that way.” Huh. I know that it shouldn’t matter, but I take him off my shit list anyway. He’s officially the only person on the nice list for now. “Besides,” she says when I say nothing. “Look who’s talking, Mr. I just smile at a girl and her panties drop.” “Jealous?”
