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"I'll take over now," I said to Steve, who nodded and stepped aside with solanced at the next drink order – a couple of pretty easy drinks – ru it, hoping my hands didn’t shake

Thewhile I worked, but he watched et a new bottle of mixer, he watched me When I came back to his end, he watched me When I bent over to refill the ice hopper, he watched me

He held a er, I stopped directly in front of hi on the bar

"See anything you like?" I said, finallyhis eyes

He inhaled audibly "I think I do" Slowly, a grin that was far too sexy for ood spread on his face

"She’s not on thein I turned to him, shocked at that he said that

"How unfortunate," the man said He had this low sexy voice, deep and melodious The kind that made you melt into a helpless puddle of ‘yes’

I couldn't hold back rin, so I quickly turned h the bottles on the shelf, searching for the one needed for my order

I gestured to Steve "Why don’t you help our guest with his order I have things to do"

Steve frowned and stood in front of the stranger "What can I get for you?"

"Bourbon What do you have in stock?"

Steve ran down the list of bourbon brands we had on hand and the man pursed his lips

“What would you suggest?” the man asked

Steve shrugged “It all tastes like kerosene to me”

“What?” thekind of way "You work at a bar and you don’t like bourbon?”