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“Too late now, it's stuck in my head Josie's on a vacation far away…” Who was this person singing in a bar? Even his own nize him

Not that he didn't want to flirt, because Josie was gorgeous She s that went on and on like an epic poeed out of her cocktail outfit, but he couldn't stop picturing the intricate, tattooed curving vines and flowers that twisted into the shape of an infinity sign spanning fro those vines while he played poker, he'd folded on a royal flush Only a ht

The plain white T-shirt she wore now covered that tattoo, along with alon on her right biceps Only the dragon's curled tail extended below her sleeve

“What'll you have?” The bartender in a tight black shirt winked at Josie

“Another gimlet, thanks, Mike”

“You got it, kitten How 'bout you?”

“Scotch, neat”

Mike wandered off toJosie and Sam in the ht He undid the top button After all, he was in Vegas—he ht as well live a little

“What do you do, Sam?”

“I'm a history professor”

“Oh, I love A book about Cleveland's assassination”

He'd yet to get to that new release, which was sitting on a stack of books on his nightstand “Really?”

She narrowed her eyes “Why? Do you think drink fairies with big tits only read the tabloids and TMZ?”

“That's not what I meant” His cheeks flamed This hy he never flirted Foot in mouth seemed to be his specialty outside of the lecture hall

“Uh-huh” She took her gi as she sipped A red copy of her lips stayed on the glass when she put it down “So are you at UNLV?”