My heart races, and for a second, I can’t think of a single word to say. But I’m saved by the bartender when he reappears. “Here you go, gorgeous,” he says, sliding a tray of shots toward me with a wink. There are way more shots than I ordered. “Drinks on me tonight. And if you’re interested in a little company later—” “She’s not.” The sexy stranger cuts in, his tone icy. In one smooth motion, he picks up the entire tray and dumps it behind the bar.
