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her head in my direction.
    I feel my cheeks heat at being caught and look down.  
    Luckily the waitress appears, bearing another drink. Thank God!
    "Here you go," she says.  
    "Thanks."  
    "Can I get you anything else?" she asks.  
    A flash of inspiration, and I grin. "As a matter of fact, can you have the bartender make up a Diva Vodka Cosmopolitan for the lovely lady at the bar wearing the teal dress?" Her face falls. "Have it added to my room tab, please."
    "Uh...yes, sir." She nods and stalks slowly toward the bar.  
    Shit, what if she comes over here to thank me? What the hell am I going to say to her? Uh, hi? No, that's stupid. I'm an actor, for God’s sake. Dammit, I can't talk to her.  
    Before the waitress even makes it to the bar, I scurry from my seat and head for the patio doors. Tyson is close behind me. If she’s interested, she'll come to me.  

    *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

    I turn to Jessie, the bartender, whose name I learned while ordering my third Cosmo, and ask him, "Do you know who that man is, the one in the dark corner?" The man in the booth has eyebrow length dirty blond hair that’s falling over his big black sunglasses. He looks gorgeous of course and something about him is familiar, but I can’t grasp who or where.
    "Not directly, no. This is the second night he's been here and he just sits in the corner and orders from the waitress, who is very obviously trying to get his attention and failing miserably." He laughs.  
    I smile in return and order another drink, but his attention is diverted to someone at the end of the bar.
    "Hold that thought," he says, putting up a finger and walking over to the waitress at the end of the bar. The music changes to Adele's "Set Fire to the Rain" and I can only catch bits and pieces of the conversation between Jessie and the waitress.  
    "What do you mean he wants to buy her a drink?" I hear Jessie say.
    "He asked me to tell you to make her a..." I don't catch the rest of what she says. I lean farther forward, trying to see if I can tell who they're talking about, but the waitress is looking straight at me. Oh great, someone else wants to buy me a drink they can’t afford. I roll my eyes.  
    The waitress leans further toward Jessie and says, "I think he can afford it. His tab is going to room eight." Jessie visibly stiffens at what she's said. It takes him a minute to recover, but he nods, turns, and starts to make a drink.
    "Hey, Jessie, you got my drink coming?"  
    His smile is a little tight. "You could say that."
    I cringe. What is this all about? Jessie's movements are careful. But as I watch him pour the vodka, I notice that it's not Absolut Crystal that he's pouring into the glass, but Diva Vodka, one of finest, though not well-known. One of the most expensive bottles of liquor on the market is flowing gracefully into a crystal martini glass.  
    "What are you doing?" I ask a little too harshly.
    He stills. "Making your drink. What does it look like?"
    Then comes the Grand Marnier Quintessence. "Holy hell! I didn't ask for this!" I protest.  
    "Don't worry, you're not paying for it."
    "What are you talking about, I'm not paying—" But then it dawns on me. I purse my lips and Jessie notices my discomfort.
    "I'm just doing what I'm told to do. Don't shoot the messenger. Please." His smile is sweet, genuine.
    "I won't, but my little eighty-five dollar glass just turned into what exactly?"  
    "Calm down, it's coming from the man in the booth you were just asking me about. He asked Marisa to place an order for a Cosmo with the top, top shelf we have. Which happens to be precisely what I'm doing. Just be glad that our cranberry and lime juice is made fresh in our kitchen, because anything less would be doing this drink a great injustice."  
    He smiles, widely this time, showing two small dimples that I hadn't noticed before. The dimples give him a cute, innocent appearance, making him quite a bit cuter than he was about three minutes ago. He