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She grabbed the first shot, salted the back of her hand, and tossed it back As soon as she shoved the lemon into her mouth, Sweet Home Alabama, shot out of the speakers overhead and she whooped, head bobbing as she grabbed the reain

Conversation started up ih most eyes still strayed her way, the bar returned to somewhat of a normal state

The waitress cleared her throat and turned back to Shane “Well that’s not so you see every day”

He shook his head “No, it’s not”

She sighed “Look, I’ll be straight with you You’re hot I like ‘eerous”

Shane had to give her props for being so direct

“I saw you looking and I’ to lie I’m married but my husband is out of town and he doesn’t really care what I do when he’s not around” She winked “Hell, sometimes he joins in when he is home…so are you interested or not?”

Shane’s gazefor a tued the girl was in for a rough evening and an even rougherhere? Why wasn’t she at her fancy wedding reception with Dooley and the rest of New Waterford?

Why did he care? He and Bobbi were over—way over

He didn’t give a flying fuck as to the why of it, but when she tossed back that glass of whiskey as if it was a cup of apple juice, he thought that justas hell, to plain old interesting He didn’t want to analyze the spark of soo with it

The waitress snorted and earned another look from him “That over there is sos” She shrugged “Probably both Either way, you’d have to give your head a shake if you’re thinking about getting involved with someone like that”

He didn’t like her tone, but then again, he supposed she was probably right Still he had to ask “Like what exactly?”

The redhead shrugged “She’s obviously bat-shit crazy Who the hell would co dress?”

Shane couldn’t disagree because the waitress was on the right track Except that he knew so that crazy—or he used to know a someone

Bobbi reached for another glass of whiskey and this time, ordered a double