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“Oh.”
“You’re welcome.” Although he didn’t get the response he’d hoped for, at least she had it in her to look slightly embarrassed at his subtle dig that she hadn’t had the manners to say thank you.
She nodded toward his hand. “My father uses a money clip. I didn’t expect to see a man like you using one.”
The corner of his mouth pulled up as he slid it back into his pocket. “A ‘man like me’?”
She looked truly embarrassed then. “You know what I mean.”
He leaned his folded arms on the bar and looked at her. “No, Shannon, I don’t think I do.”
“A biker,” she elaborated with a shrug. “I thought you had those big leather wallets with the chain on them attached to your belt.”
He grinned, enjoying teasing her, so he frowned, “Chains? Not a clue what you’re talkin’ about, babe.”
She caught on quickly that he was teasing her. “Right.”
He laughed. “It was my grandfather’s, so I use it. Fond memories, I guess.”
She nodded, studying him.
Marty brought their drinks.
Crash eyed her drink and watched her take a sip. “I bet you’re one of those girls that drinks those pretty drinks out of a martini glass like those chicks on ‘Sex in the City’.”
Shannon let out a small laugh. “It’s ‘Sex and the City’, Crash.”
He frowned, “You sure? That phrase doesn’t even make sense.”
“Pretty sure, Crash.” She grinned, taking a sip of her drink.
“Huh.” Then he turned to Marty. “What’s that drink?”
“I think you mean a Cosmo.”
“Cosmo? I thought that was a magazine chicks read. My ex was always trying to get me to answer questions off some stupid quiz in that thing.”
Marty shook his head, knowing Crash was playing dumb just to tease the girl. “It’s both Crash, a magazine and a drink. I’ll make you one, if you want.”
“Like hell you will. I don’t drink those damn frou-frou drinks.” He took a sip of his bourbon, as if to prove his point. He connected eyes with Marty over the rim of his glass and could see he was in on the joke.
“How about a Blue Lagoon? Bet you’d like one of those,” Marty teased him.
“Is it blue?” Crash asked.
“Yup.”
“Then hell no.”
They both laughed.
“So, I drink girly drinks. Clue in, Crash, I’m a girl,” Shannon pointed out.
Crash’s eyes swept over her. “Yes, ma’am. You are definitely a girl. With all the very right parts.”
She huffed out a breath, slid off the stool and asked Marty where the ladies room was. When he pointed toward the back, she hiked her handbag over her shoulder and walked off.
Crash leaned back on his stool, his eyes watching her ass as she moved off. When she disappeared into the restroom, his gaze swung back to Marty. “Damn, that’s one fine ass.”
