“Dude, she’s checking you out,” Carter says, tilting his head toward the bar. I glance over my shoulder and recognize a blond woman I’ve talked to before. Jessica? Jasmine? Jennifer? We make eye contact, and she lifts her fingers in a fluttery wave. Last season, I might have invited her over. Bought her a drink. Charmed her like I know I can. But in my current mood, I can’t bring myself to care. “Who’s checking who out?” Tucker says as he rejoins the table, fresh beer in hand. He was the one who convinced me to come to Mulligan’s in the first place—something about camaraderie and helping the
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