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more than five minutes at a time I’m going to set it on fire.”
    “Dash!” a high-pitched voice squealed above the bustle of the crowded bar and cut through our conversation.
    Dash jumped up and grabbed an empty barstool from the table next to us, dragging it to the other side of him. A few seconds later a blonde who barely came up to my shoulder wrapped her arms around his waist. She wore a blue-jean miniskirt with a white tank top and her lacy red bra peeked through the fabric. Dash kissed her quickly and offered her the barstool.
    Something sharp stung my chest. I chalked it up to jealousy of the tiny girl who had a boyfriend who liked to hang out at fun bars and pulled her chair out for her. Justin would never do that.
    “This place is always so crowded, Dashy. It took me forever to find a parking spot.”
    “That’s because it’s so good.” Dash sat back down.
    “It’s crazy I never noticed this place before. My apartment is only a block away,” I said, glancing around.
    “Oh, is that an invitation?” Paul asked, waggling his eyebrows.
    “Negative,” I answered.
    “Denied!” John shouted.
    The girl eyed me from across the small bar table with an intense territorial look.
    “Lindsay, this is Blake,” Dash introduced.
    “Nice to meet you. How did you and Dash meet?” I asked, knowing acknowledging their relationship and her claim on him was a smart play in getting her to stop looking at me like I crashed her private party.
    Her tiny pink lips curved into a smile. “I met Dashy about a year ago at an Alpha Chi Omega party. He’d asked the DJ to play some awful rock band—”
    “They are not awful,” Dash interrupted.
    “Anyway, I put a stop to that and the rest is history.”
    I wondered if Blue October was the band she claimed was awful. “So you’re a member of that house?”
    Lindsay touched her perfectly wavy blonde locks. “No, but some of my best friends are Sisters. Luckily one of them invited Dash to the party.” She hugged his arm. “How did you and John meet?” she asked, her eyes jumping from me to John.
    “Just officially met him tonight.”
    “Oh, well, then how did you and Paul meet?”
    I shook my head. “Met him tonight, too.”
    Lindsay cut her eyes to Dash.
    “Uh oh! Busted!” Paul said, drowning his laughter with the rest of his beer.
    “Blake is in our atmosphere class,” Dash said.
    “I see.” Her voice was a pitch higher than a moment ago.
    A young waitress with long black hair picked the perfect moment to sashay up to our table.
    “Finally, I’m starved,” Dash said, eyeing the girl. “Seriously, Diana, could you have taken any longer?”
    “Don’t start with me, Dash. I’m the only server tonight. Stacey called in sick.” The waitress took a grease-stained pad from her apron and pulled a pen from behind her ear. “Ladies first,” she said, her eyes landing on Lindsay.
    “Salad, with Italian dressing on the side.”
    Diana glanced at me. I quickly grabbed the tiny menu smashed between the napkin holder and the ketchup in the center of our table and scanned it. “I’ll do the BBQ burger with everything and fries.” I slid the menu back in its place.
    Dash stared at me with his mouth hanging open.
    “What? I worked all night; I’m starved.”
    He grinned. “You just made the perfect order—my favorite actually—but you made one big mistake.”
    “And that was?”
    “You didn’t order a beer with it.” He turned to the waitress. “I’ll have exactly what she’s having, plus a Native Amber. Bottle, not tap.Bring her one, too, will you, Diana?”
    “Whatever you say.” She trotted off, quickly disappearing among the crowded tables.
    I eyed him. “First-name basis with the staff?”
    “I come here a lot.”
    “I figured.”
    Our food and beers came not long after, and I devoured every bit of it. The beer complimented my burger perfectly. Dash wasn’t joking when he said this dive had great food. No wonder it was packed.
    We talked