Page 32 of Then There Was You


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“I guess this is the second time you’ve rescued me from some jerk. I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Taylor. Those guys are the exception, not the rule. I promise.”

“It doesn’t feel like that right now. I feel so needy, asking you to stay with me,” she says, leaning back into the sofa and tilting her head to look at me.

“You’re not needy. I’d be worried if you were telling me you were fine.”

She suddenly downs all of her drink and holds her glass out to me. “Can I have another one?”

I hold her gaze. “Are you sure?” She nods. “Okay.”

I fill her glass and she drinks that down too, closing her eyes and shaking her head as she swallows. There’s no way I’m letting her get drunk on Jack Daniel’s, and I’m glad when she puts her glass down on the side table and folds her legs underneath her.

“How come you’re single?” she asks, turning her body toward mine.

I smile. “What?”

“How come you’re single?”

“I told you why.”

She waves her hand. “I’m not talking about falling in love. Surely you date?”

“Not really.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I’m busy with the bar.”

“Too busy for sex?”

My eyes widen. Clearly the two shots of Jack have relaxed her, which is what I was hoping for, but I wasn’t counting on this conversation.

“Who says there’s anyone offering me sex?”

Her eyes flash with heat before sweeping over me. “You’re telling me no one ever hits on you. I find that hard to believe.”

I chuckle. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why is it hard to believe no one hits on me?”

“No oneeverhits on you?” she asks again, ignoring my question.

I stare at her. I’m damn sure if she hit on me twelve months ago, I wouldn’t have said no. I can’t lie to her. I get hit on all the time. It’s a hazard, and sometimes a perk, of the job.

“I work behind a bar, Tay. I get hit on every night.”

Her eyes widen and she grins. “I knew it! And you never flirt back?”

“Sometimes.”

“You’re not giving anything away, are you?”

I smile. “I’m not exactly sure what you’re asking. If you’re asking if I date my customers, then the answer is… occasionally.”

“What about me? If you didn’t know me and I hit on you, what would you do?”

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