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“Good. I’ll be better with two fingers of that scotch.” Megan is still attached to my side like a limpet. He looks her over like she’s the next entrée.

“Two fingers, you say? I’m told I have some skill when it comes to my fingers.”

“Anders, this is Mandy.”

“Megan. My name is Megan.” She holds her hand out to greet my friend, releasing her grip on me. I’m going to make a sharp exit and leave him to it.

“Anders Verbeck. Pleased to meet you, Megan. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure.” He snakes his arm around her waist and leads her toward the bar.

“Nice catching up with you, bro. You could at least leave me the scotch!” He sets the bottle down on the nearest table before flipping me the bird over his shoulder.

I grab the bottle and head for a dark corner. I’m just not feeling it tonight. Hunter has always been my wingman, and now that he’s retired and ‘in love,’ I need to change up my game. Dispensing with the need for a glass, I take a long gulp of scotch as I sit back and watch everyone grinding to the music. A few moments later, a bartender appears with a glass.

Fuck, she’s cute, really rocking the tight jeans and cut-off shirt—the bread and butter of every hot bartender in the city. And the bellybutton ring has just earned her a bigger tip tonight.

“You know you’re not supposed to swig from the bottle, right?”

“It’s been that kind of night so far.”

“Well, at least use this.” She hands me the glass. “Can I get you anything else, Mr. Danford?”

“You know who I am?”

“Really? Does the playing-dumb thing usually work for you? You’re a legend in this town. I watch every Titans game. Of course, I know who you are.”

“You’re a Titans fan?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. It’s possible for a woman to enjoy football and not because of the hot guys.”

“You think I’m hot?” I give her a sly wink.

“Get over yourself.”

“Trust me, I’m over myself this week.” She’s about to respond when my phone vibrates. What now? Faith’s probably set my house on fire by accident, or Hunter has a broken cock from too much sex.

My phone seems to be my self-made cockblock tonight. Holding it up, I send her on her way with the universal signal of ‘I’ve got to get this.’ I’m seriously off my game. I should already have a woman writhing beneath me, and yet I literally handed her over to Anders. There are at least twenty girls in here I could be seducing right now, and I’m not.

Well, fuck me! She finally decided to deign me with a reply.

Z: You’re a regular Shakespeare, Danford. I’ve obviously been missing out on some thrilling conversation.

It strikes me as a little too coincidental that Zee is messaging me now, right after some chick posts shots of us together on social media.

Me: Who is this?

Z: You know fine well who it is.

I know I shouldn’t, but she makes it too easy.

Me: Brandy?

Z: Is that the name of the bimbo you’re with right now? I can see why you think she’d be texting you. She probably got lost on her way back from the restroom.

Bingo! Those three little dots appear and disappear so many times, she knows she gave herself away. I can’t help smiling as I type my reply.

Me: You cyber stalking me? Miss me already?

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