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The poor ive him the answers Dalton sat back in his chair to watch the entertainment "Umm, yes, we use fresh watermelon I’m almost sure I can check with the bartender"

"I’d appreciate that" Her finger jabbed the second item on the list "The Malibu cocktail It looks like you’reit with peach schnapps, but would you make it with melon liqueur instead and switch out the cranberry juice to sparkling?"

The waiter sed, scratching notes in his pad "Yes, of course Umm, do you want to order any appetizers?"

"Not yet The red berry sangria Do you use Cabernet or Merlot? Is the base made with blackberries or currants or another berry--the et the bartender to check on this"

"Thank you, you’re being so helpful" Raven gave hiuy’s brain to short-circuit He just stared at her, happy to be basking in the compliment "Once those questions are answered, I canme an order of crab cakes--is the aioli sauce house-made?"

Relief crossed his features "Yes!"

"Wonderful I’ll also have a shrimp cocktail What about the sauce for that?"

He scrunched up his face "House-made, too"

"Excellent And water, please"

Dalton lifted his finger "One Raging Bitch and a bucket of oysters That’s it for me"

"Thank you, sir"

The waiter hurried away Dalton shook his head slowly and gave a long sigh

"What?" Her voice dripped with accusation "Do you have a problerowled "No, darlin’ I’ exactly what you like Any ti-quick heat that surged between theht it but didn’t drop her gaze He was kinda crazy about her "Glad to hear it ’Cause what I want is a good cocktail that surprises ht now"

"You just letelse you want, and I’ll et it"

She snorted

The bartender came over, and Dalton watched while she peppered hieable questions, and he looked like he had no idea he’d be grilled with a bartending final exam Finally she seemed satisfied, and he asked her what she’d like to drink

"All of them"

The bartender stared at her "You’d like three cocktails?"

"Yes Oh, and throw in a chane cocktail, please"

"Well, we don’t have those on the e "Then ht?"

He stuttered, nodded, and left as quickly as the waiter had

Dalton tapped his finger on the table "I’ you don’t come here much?" he asked