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Chapter One
“C’its I proret it”
Miranda Breslin slammed a bottle of Coors on the counter and flashed a polite s on her for the past twenty minutes “Sorry, not interested,” she shouted over the techno beat blaring out of the club’s speakers
Her persistent suitor rested his elbows on the counter and leaned in close “Aw, don’t be like that, girl”
Thanks to the seizure-inducing strobe lights zigging and zagging from every direction, she could only uy’s appearance—African-Areat abs aside, the guy couldn’t have been a day older than twenty-one, and his vocabulary was abysmal Her six-year-old twins spoke more eloquently than this dude
“Enjoy the rest of your night,” she said And then she pro her short black apron as she moved away
She was due for a break, but when she saw the crowd gathered at the other end of the counter, she stifled a groan Alex, the other bartender on duty, clearly had his hands full with a group of inebriated wo outfits
When he noticed her retying her apron, he gave a firot this, hon!” he yelled over the deafening music “Take your break!”
Sidling up to him, she moved her lips close to his ear and said, “You sure you can handle this rush?”
Alex gestured for her to go, his unruffled expression telling her he’d be fine No surprise—absolutely nothing fazed the guy She’d only been working at OMG for four et overly chummy with any of the other bartenders, but she did have a soft spot for Alex, with his spiky blond hair and perpetual laugher
Rounding the counter, she stepped into the throng of bodies filling every square inch of the dark nightclub There was a s there required soht, the club was packed, and she had to push and wiggle her way through the crowd like she was playing an annoying game of Twister By the time sheof the awful cologne one of the men out there must have bathed in
She’d just neared the break roorabbed her from behind
“Where you rushing off to, girl? I thought ere connecting”
Miranda’s shoulders stiffened She slapped the intrusive hand off her aruy from the bar “I told you, I’m not interested”
“But I a auous about his level of sobriety