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The idea was tempting, but I’d really liked this guy. Or to be more accurate, I’d liked his profile. He looked dark and handsome, even in the weird, over-the-head selfies he’d probably spent hours agonizing over.
Besides, in the few texts we’d exchanged he was witty and cute. And what girl doesn’t like witty and cute?
The door opened… and another couple came through, smiling and laughing. At least someone was having a good time. My mouth twisted in disappointment, the last remnants of salt flaking away from my margarita glass as I decided to grab the bartender’s attention.
How long do you wait for something like this?
I had no idea, really. I’d never done it.
Ten more minutes? Another fifteen?
“One more drink,” I decided aloud. The bartender smiled and poured me another. He pushed it my way, and I raised it back to him in salute. “After that…”
“After that what?”
I whirled, just about sloshing my new drink over its perfectly crusty rim. That would’ve been criminal. Especially if I’d lost the lime wedge.
The guy on the other side of me was someone I recognized immediately. Tall and lean and beautifully built, he’d been sitting nearby, at a table alone. I’d already checked him out more than once since I’d gotten here.
“So what’s the verdict?” he asked.
“Hmm?”
“What happens after one more drink?”
He smiled beneath his steel-grey eyes, and I felt my iciness melt just a little. He had a really great smile. Great eyes too.
“I can see you’re already mad,” he said, with mock seriousness. “So what happens next? Do you get really, really mad?”
“Only if someone makes me,” I said.
He eyed me shrewdly, looking me up and down. Under normal circumstances I’d have felt self-conscious about it. But tonight? Tonight I was dressed to kill. Tonight I had a date…
Or at least, almost a date.
“You got stood up, didn’t you?”
“No,” I said immediately.
He only smiled some more.
“Maybe.” I sighed finally. The jig was up. “Okay, yes.”
“So what?” he shrugged. "It’s not that big a deal.”
“For you maybe,” I laughed. “You’re not the one who got stood up.”
He sat down now and signaled the bartender. As he did, he dropped some money on the bar.
“The funny thing is…” he chuckled, “you’d be wrong on that.”
I glanced over to his empty table. “You too?”
“Yup. Although to be honest, I really didn’t expect her to show.” He rubbed at the stubble on his chin. “It’s… well, it’s complicated.”
My brow crossed in confusion. This guy was gorgeous. Tall and ripped with muscle, and not the kind of blown-up muscle guys get at the gym just for show. No, this was useful muscle. It was strength. It was power. My eyes lingered on his two strong arms, where his stretched-tight T-shirt rode up high on two giant biceps.
Who the hell would possibly stand him up?
