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started across the parking lot with last night’s
events replaying through his mind like a broken record. It took everything he
had not to call Evy right now. He was dying to know if she had even given him
her real number, but mainly he just wanted to hear her voice again. He kicked a
rock across the pavement, still not convinced he wasn’t coming down with
something. Normally, the last thing he wanted to do the day after a date was
talk to them on the phone.
    A wide smile
crept across the hostess’ pretty face when Dean stepped through the double glass
doors. The cool air conditioning washed over him as she pulled a menu from a
nearby stack without breaking eye contact. “Just one today?”
    “I’m meeting
some friends,” he answered, glancing around the crowded room. The place suddenly
exploded into wild cheers and applause as the Milwaukee Brewers drove in
another run on the many flat screens lining the tall walls. “They’re probably
outside.”
    “Let’s go take a
look,” she smiled coyly, leading him across the buzzing room.
    He scanned the absorbed
faces and couldn’t imagine concentrating on a baseball game right now, which only
fueled his suspicions he had contracted some form of a debilitating virus. He loved
Brewers games but today they seemed like background music at best. He followed
the hostess outside onto a spacious patio, the sports bar’s clamor fading as the door slowly swung shut behind them. Shaun waved from the
far side where he sat with Jon.
    “Over there.”
    She followed
Dean’s gaze and continued their trek.
    “There he is!” Shaun
bellowed, dropping a balled up napkin onto a pile of others. “The
man, the myth, the urban legend!”
    The hostess set
the menu on the table in front of Dean. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
she asked, batting her lashes while awaiting his next command.
    “IPA
on tap?”
    A grin sliced
across her youthful face, clearly pleased to be making a return trip. “I’ll be
right back.” She turned for the door without asking Shaun or Jon if they needed
anything and cut through the spattering of tables and chairs.
    Shaun watched
her go, munching on a maple-honey-hot wing. A brownish red sauce lined his
lips, making them look bigger than normal. “How do you do it?”
    Dean glanced
over his shoulder, catching a parting shot of the girl’s tight little butt.
“It’s a gift.”
    “God, I’d like
to hit that,” Shaun whispered, taking a sip of his beer. “If I had a
get-out-of-jail-free card I’d use it on her in a heartbeat.”
    “I’m recording
this entire conversation,” Dean said.
    “No you’re not.”
    “ Gonna play it back for Carrie later tonight.”
    “No you’re not.”
    “Nice!” Jon
said, pumping a fist while focusing on one of the three flat-screens hanging
beneath the striped awning. “Brewers are going all the way this year, fellas ! Hear me now, believe me later.”
    Shaun paid the
game no attention, keeping his eyes glued to Dean. “So, how’d it go with you
last night? I heard ya ghosted Jon at the club.”
    “Yeah, what’s up
with that?” Jon said, not taking his eyes from the TV. “Never leave your
wingman, yo !”
    Shaun slowly shook
his head in disgust. “Never leave your wingman, yo .”
    “Sorry, but
Becky showed up and scared off Evy,” Dean said, stealing a drink from Jon’s
beer while he wasn’t looking. “It wasn’t pretty.”
    Jon’s Brewers
t-shirt bounced on his shoulders when he shrugged. “It’s all good. I ended up
pulling both of those hotties I was dancing with
anyway.”
    Dean scrunched
his face up. “Seriously?”
    Jon finally
turned to him with a shit-eating grin. “You’re not the only playa in town, dude.”
    “What about
you?” Shaun asked, biting into another wing and looking at Dean. “Did you
pull?”
    “I did not.”
    A heavy frown
stole across Jon’s face. “What? Are you getting sick or something?”
    “Holy shit, he
must be in love! Deano never lets em get