“Honey, I don’t know what that was about,” the bartender said, staring after the men. “But Vest Guy looks like he can’t decide if he wants to spank you or devour you.” I blinked. “So I’m not imagining it?” “That was a code nuclear. If I had lady parts and took him to bed, I’d be concerned about my vagina spontaneously exploding.” It was a real concern. “I think I need another drink.” “I think you do too,”
