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pair of Dani’s heels.  The ones she wore when I first met her.  Normally I didn’t give a damn about what a woman wore, but it was those shoes that I noticed first. 
    This downright gorgeous woman with a killer body walked into my bar and I couldn’t hold back my amusement at those damn heels.  Right away, they told me that the woman I was about to fall in love with had a quirky side that I wouldn’t be able to forget.
    Now I was stuck dealing with a woman who wanted to take tequila shots and wore the same goddamn heels that drove me crazy.  Swell.
    As the hour drug on, the woman proceeded to slam back a few shots and suck down a couple margaritas.  She never lightened up on the flirting, but I could tell she was starting to lose steam.  That alone was a relief and when I heard her mention that it was about time to go home I was beyond relieved.  I was about done with this torturous flash back of the one thing I couldn’t let go. 
    While I was pouring a few beers to regulars, the woman’s phone rang and her animated expression brightened but her voice transformed into a whisper.  Her gaze shifted to me a few times and I knew, without question, I was the subject of her conversation.
    This wasn’t completely unusual, of course.  Women would have a few too many and then believe that I must want to take them all back to my place and fuck their brains out.  Truth was, even before Dani, it was rare for me to do that, especially with chicks that could be chalked up to bar sluts.  But with Dani, everything was different.  I had to have her, without question.  And then I couldn’t get her out of my mind. 
    After that first night, I had been intoxicated by the lingering perfume on my pillow.  I’d watched her from my door until that cab pulled away.  It had taken everything in me not to run down there and steal her back.  When I’d made it back to my room, I laid on the bed that was still messed up from our sweaty encounter and I’d held that little receipt with her number. 
    Maybe it’s a little presumptuous to say that, in that moment, I knew that phone number was going to be the last one I ever wanted to get.  But, I did. I knew it.
    The woman ended her call and I saw her slip on the coat she brought to cover her barely there dress.  As much as I wanted to keep my distance, since I had the feeling that there was more behind this visit, I couldn’t just let her leave.  It was my job as a bar owner to take care of my customers and it was my job as a man to make sure a woman was going to get home safely. 
    I walked up to the girl and pointed to the bar phone on the wall.
    “Want me to call a cab to come get you?”
    She smiled and shook her head. “No, that’s okay.  Dani is on her way now.”
    My heart stopped beating.  My body stilled and the slight, barely noticeable intake of breath from her lips told me all I needed to know.  Her Dani was undeniably my Dani.
    “What did you say?” I asked, teeth clenched together.
    “Shit.” She swore under her breath. “Nothing. I gotta split.”
    The girl turned to leave and it hit me—I was a fucking idiot.  The purple shoes, request to take tequila shots, pressing me about what I thought about her.  This was a goddamn test!  I quickly reached out and let my hand circle her wrist. She wasn’t going anywhere.
    “Let me see your ID.”
    Her mouth dropped open in shock as she viciously shook her head. “No way! You already served me!”
    “My rules, Sugar.  Now, show me your ID or I will call the police and make up some ridiculous story to get you hauled away.”
    “You can’t be serious!” She yelled with evident panic in her voice.
    I leaned in infinitesimally. “Try me,” I whispered.
    She puckered her lips in a pouty manner that had no effect on me.  Finally, she conceded.  After digging through her bag, the woman pulled out her ID and threw it at me.  With one glance I knew I had been right.  The woman in front of me was