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Authors: Jaci Burton
said.
“No wonder I never dated much.” Liz shuddered. “Are all single guys like that?”
“Not all of them. But a lot of the ones I meet are.”
Which meant she was going to have a difficult time finding a date for the wedding.
FIVE
FINDING A MAN COULDN’T BE THAT HARD. JENNA worked around a sea of them. Men came through the doors of the bar often enough it was like catalog shopping. All she had to do was pick one.
Easy, right? Great-looking guys poured into the bar every night. Men with charming smiles who made good conversation. All she had to do was scope them out, talk to a few of them, and then ask one out and hope he said yes.
She was hit on all the time, but usually blew them off with a smile and a gentle no.
This time, she didn’t intend to say no.
She’d gotten busy after happy hour and stayed that way. No hockey game tonight, but there was a basketball game on. Anything that would bring people in to watch a game was good for business. And that meant men would come in.
She laughed. Never before had she been interested in mencoming in. She cared about customers coming in, not what sex they were. Tonight she eagle-eyed every guy who walked through the doors, sizing them up as potential dates.
When a gorgeous man with a body to die for pulled up a seat at the bar, her radar started pinging. He wore crisp dark jeans and a button-down shirt, which he covered with a dark jacket.
Medium brown hair, cut short, and killer green eyes, with an engaging smile to perfect the look. She took a deep breath, a quick glance at the back bar mirror to make sure she looked okay, and went to take his order.
“What can I get for you?”
“I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay.”
Crap. “Sure.”
A wine drinker. Fussy and anal retentive. How could she not have noticed that his jeans had that crease down the center? He probably dry cleaned them.
It would never work.
One down, many more to go, she busied herself serving some of her regulars and scoping out a few more potential single candidates, when another new guy walked in.
Dark blond hair, leather jacket, relaxed jeans and boots, motorcycle helmet in his hand. Must be tough to be riding in February, because it was damn cold outside. His goatee and lazy grin were sexy as hell. He caught sight of her right away and headed in her direction.
She liked that.
“What can I get for you?”
He leaned against the bar. “I’ll have a Chivas on the rocks.”
Dammit. “Sure.”
She’d been so hoping he was a beer guy. Instead, she’d gotten a rich boy playing biker. And he’d had so much potential. He probably rode a Ducati Superbike.
She refused to give up hope and went back to serving her customers and filling orders.
“Busy night.”
Shivers skittered down her spine at the dark, sexy tone of the man’s voice. She closed her eyes for a second and let the sound of Ty’s voice fill her senses.
She really didn’t need this tonight. Not when she was man shopping.
She turned around. “Why are you here?”
“Uh, to play pool?”
She looked to the left, and sure enough, two of the other members of the Ice hockey team were already setting up at one of the pool tables.
So maybe he wasn’t here to see her after all. Maybe Tyler and his friends liked the atmosphere and pool tables at Riley’s.
And now she felt like an ass. An egotistical one. “What can I get for you?”
“Three beers. One light, two regular. Bottled.”
She grabbed the bottles and slid them across the bar. “Want to start a tab?”
“That’d be great, Jenna. Thanks.”
Mortified, she rang up the tab and decided she was going to ignore Ty the remainder of the night. She signaled Amber to work his table and to keep him and his friends in drinks so he wouldn’t feel the need to wander over to the bar.
Then maybe she could get back
“No wonder I never dated much.” Liz shuddered. “Are all single guys like that?”
“Not all of them. But a lot of the ones I meet are.”
Which meant she was going to have a difficult time finding a date for the wedding.
FIVE
FINDING A MAN COULDN’T BE THAT HARD. JENNA worked around a sea of them. Men came through the doors of the bar often enough it was like catalog shopping. All she had to do was pick one.
Easy, right? Great-looking guys poured into the bar every night. Men with charming smiles who made good conversation. All she had to do was scope them out, talk to a few of them, and then ask one out and hope he said yes.
She was hit on all the time, but usually blew them off with a smile and a gentle no.
This time, she didn’t intend to say no.
She’d gotten busy after happy hour and stayed that way. No hockey game tonight, but there was a basketball game on. Anything that would bring people in to watch a game was good for business. And that meant men would come in.
She laughed. Never before had she been interested in mencoming in. She cared about customers coming in, not what sex they were. Tonight she eagle-eyed every guy who walked through the doors, sizing them up as potential dates.
When a gorgeous man with a body to die for pulled up a seat at the bar, her radar started pinging. He wore crisp dark jeans and a button-down shirt, which he covered with a dark jacket.
Medium brown hair, cut short, and killer green eyes, with an engaging smile to perfect the look. She took a deep breath, a quick glance at the back bar mirror to make sure she looked okay, and went to take his order.
“What can I get for you?”
“I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay.”
Crap. “Sure.”
A wine drinker. Fussy and anal retentive. How could she not have noticed that his jeans had that crease down the center? He probably dry cleaned them.
It would never work.
One down, many more to go, she busied herself serving some of her regulars and scoping out a few more potential single candidates, when another new guy walked in.
Dark blond hair, leather jacket, relaxed jeans and boots, motorcycle helmet in his hand. Must be tough to be riding in February, because it was damn cold outside. His goatee and lazy grin were sexy as hell. He caught sight of her right away and headed in her direction.
She liked that.
“What can I get for you?”
He leaned against the bar. “I’ll have a Chivas on the rocks.”
Dammit. “Sure.”
She’d been so hoping he was a beer guy. Instead, she’d gotten a rich boy playing biker. And he’d had so much potential. He probably rode a Ducati Superbike.
She refused to give up hope and went back to serving her customers and filling orders.
“Busy night.”
Shivers skittered down her spine at the dark, sexy tone of the man’s voice. She closed her eyes for a second and let the sound of Ty’s voice fill her senses.
She really didn’t need this tonight. Not when she was man shopping.
She turned around. “Why are you here?”
“Uh, to play pool?”
She looked to the left, and sure enough, two of the other members of the Ice hockey team were already setting up at one of the pool tables.
So maybe he wasn’t here to see her after all. Maybe Tyler and his friends liked the atmosphere and pool tables at Riley’s.
And now she felt like an ass. An egotistical one. “What can I get for you?”
“Three beers. One light, two regular. Bottled.”
She grabbed the bottles and slid them across the bar. “Want to start a tab?”
“That’d be great, Jenna. Thanks.”
Mortified, she rang up the tab and decided she was going to ignore Ty the remainder of the night. She signaled Amber to work his table and to keep him and his friends in drinks so he wouldn’t feel the need to wander over to the bar.
Then maybe she could get back
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