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date . Everson invited all of us to the concert to see him and his band play. Still, my friends fussed and fretted over me like they were prepping Cinderella to send her off to the ball. All this, despite my protests that they were interrupting my meticulously planned-out rehearsal schedule.
     
    I try not to think about the fact that I virtually abandoned my routine the minute they showed up…I’ll get back on the horse tomorrow.
     
    I feel a presence just over my shoulder. I glance back and find Everson grinning down at me. “Good evening, ladies.”
     
    Willow glances from Everson to me and back again. “I’m going to the ladies’ room,” she announces abruptly as she totters off of her bar stool.
     
    “I’m coming too,” I say trying to follow her.
     
    She wheels around and gives me a pointed look. “No – you’re not.”
     
    She and Everson exchange a conspiratory glance before she disappears into the crowd and he slides onto the stool that she just vacated.
     
    Willow, you traitor!
     
    Defeated and lacking an excuse to flee, I stare over at him. God – is it possible that he’s even better-looking up close? His thick brown hair is brushed away from his face and dark bristle covers his jaw. And – guess what? – it appears that he does own a shirt after all. It’s a denim button-down that stretches across his broad shoulders and molds to each ridge of his sculpted torso. Worn black jeans hug his muscular thighs. 
     
    He looks kind of insanely, fucking hot…Kind of. No, fuck it. He’s insanely, fucking hot.
     
    “Glad you came out tonight, Mackenzie,” Everson drawls, his cockney accent hugging every word. He turns to the bartender, “Get me whatever she’s having.” He tips his chin towards my drink.
     
    With a quick nod, the bartender slides a bottle of beer across the counter to Everson. There’s no mistaking the look of indignation on the guy’s face; after all he’s been flirting with me all night then Everson just pops up out of nowhere and steals his thunder.
     
    “Pretty decent opening act, wouldn’t you say?” He nods towards the band on stage as he speaks.
     
    I bring my beer to my lips. “Yeah – they’re okay.”
     
    “Heard the main act are pretty fucking spectacular, though,” he says facetiously, lightly bumping his shoulder into mine.
     
    Arrogant much?
     
    I decide to take him down a few notches. “I googled some of their stuff. Personally, I don’t see what all the hype is about.” There’s a playful tone to my cutting remark.
     
    He looks offended for a split second and I wonder if my joke went a bit too far. But then, his hand slides suggestively across the back of my barstool and he lowers his mouth to my ear so that his breath is tickling my cheek. “Not impressed? I’d be glad to give you a private show and change your mind.”
     
    And now, my skin is buzzing. I lean back an inch and try to convince my pounding heart to simmer down.
     
    But Everson only comes closer, talking above the ruckus coming from the band on stage. “I want to take you to dinner. And to a movie,” he announces confidently. I look at him, and I swear his dark eyes are glittering. There’s something magic about him.
     
    Still, I guffaw. “I don’t think so.”
     
    His dark eyes flicker at me again. “No? Why? Do you have a boyfriend?”
     
    I look straight ahead, tapping my foot to the music, and take another gulp of my beer. “No.”
     
    Silence. No eye contact.
     
    “Aren’t you gonna ask me if I have a girlfriend?”
     
    “No.” I’m trying to come across as aloof, unaffected by his flirtations. I’m not sure it’s working.
     
    He laughs a throaty laugh. A smile forces its way to my lips.
     
    “So, why won’t you go to dinner with me?” He’s a persistent little bugger, huh?
     
    “I don’t associate with known man-whores,” I say, keeping my voice poised and level.
     
    “Man-whores?” he laughs.
     
    “Yes. Man-whores,” I insist,