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to finding herself a date.
     
    The rush slowed for the next couple hours, so she had time to survey the crowd.
     
    Maybe she was being too picky. Damn her liquor as predictor theory. This was why she didn’t date much. It was an accurate theory and weeded out the losers.
     
    “Can I get a beer?”
     
    She looked up and saw her savior in front of her. Nice looking, dark hair, a little long, just the way she liked it. He had on a tight-fitting shirt and worn jeans, a day’s worth of stubble on his jaw, and spectacularly sexy brown eyes.
     
    Yum.
     
    “Bottle or draft?”
     
    “Draft. Regular.”
     
    Bingo. A beer drinker.
     
    She poured his beer into a mug and he paid her in cash. No fancy credit card. So far, so good. He walked away and she watched to see if he met up with a girlfriend. He didn’t. He also wasn’t watching sports. He sat at the other end of the bar with a group of friends—all guys—talking.
     
    Okay, this dude worked for her. Which didn’t mean anything. He could still have a girlfriend or even a wife, and this could be guys’ night out.
     
    She gave him his space, waited on her customers, washed glasses, and when the time was right, moseyed down the bar.
     
    “Ready for refills?”
     
    He graced her with a thousand-watt smile, one that showed interest.
     
    “Sure.” He looked at his friends. “You guys ready?”
     
    “I have an early call tomorrow, so I’m headed out,” one of them said.
     
    “Me, too. You’re on your own, Joe.”
     
    “See you, guys.”
     
    His friends grabbed their coats and left. He stood and followed her to the bar.
     
    “Still want that beer?” she asked, figuring he’d take off now that his friends had.
     
    Instead, he nodded. “Yeah. I’ll take one more before I head out. It’s been a long day.”
     
    “Coming right up.” She filled his mug and handed it to him.
     
    He paid her and tipped her well. She liked that part, too.
     
    “Thanks.”
     
    “You’re welcome.” He took a long swallow, but held her gaze. “This is my first time in here. Nice bar.”
     
    “Thank you.”
     
    His brows lifted. “Yours?”
     
    “My family’s, but right now I’m running it.”
     
    “Big operation for someone so young.”
     
    She leaned over the bar, doing her best to remember how to flirt. “I manage.”
     
    He held out his hand. “Joe O’Brien.”
     
    She shook his hand. “Jenna Riley.”
     
    “Nice to meet you, Jenna.”
     
    “So what do you do, Joe?”
     
    “I’m a doctor. Resident, actually, and new in town. I just moved here from Massachusetts, so I’m trying to find new places to spend what little free time I have. My friends and I decided to pop in here since it’s close to the hospital.”
     
    She grinned. “Welcome to St. Louis. I think you’ll love it here. Are you a native of Massachusetts?”
     
    “No. Originally from Pittsburgh. But I’ve heard great things about Washington University, so I’m anxious to do my residency there.”
     
    “It’s an awesome hospital.”
     
    They chatted awhile. She liked this guy, though she couldn’t help but catch sight of Ty in her peripheral vision.
     
    He was playing pool. He looked up to occasionally glance at her talking to Joe.
     
    She wondered if he was jealous. Not that she cared. It wouldn’t surprise her at all if he walked over and put himself in the middle of her conversation.
     
    Except he didn’t. Not even when she and Joe started laughing.
     
    It was obvious Joe was flirting with her.
     
    Really, really obvious.
     
    Just as it was obvious Ty was watching them. But he continued to play on, even ordered food and more drinks. From Amber.
     
    He didn’t once come over to the bar. Not even to chat with her.
     
    “So, Jenna. Since I need a tour guide for your great city, and since you’re a native, would you be up for a date? I could buy you dinner, and you could show me around.”
     
    She’d been concentrating on Ty and had almost forgotten