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held out his hand. “Brady Flynn. Pleased to meet you.”
    I shook his hand and a shiver shot down to my toes. Damn, this guy was cute, and those strong hands were certainly capable of more interesting things than serving beer to clowns at a bar.
    Unfortunately, contestant number two approached before we could finish talking. I sighed dramatically. I should just hold up a sign that says, “She’s not available .”
    The guy leaned up against the bar next to me. “Can I buy you a drink?”
    Oh, very nice—the old bait-and-switch routine. I’ll pretend I’m interested in you and then make a move on your friend. “Sure, I was just about to order a Johnny Walker Black. A double, straight up.” He was wearing Hollister jeans; he could afford it.
    His eyes bulged but he nodded to Brady, who turned around, stifling a laugh.
    “Thanks,” I told the guy. He was tall and well built, with a cute goatee, and might have had a shot with Miranda if not for the tongue piercing. There were certain body parts she considered sacred. The tongue was one of them so this guy was out of the running.
    Brady returned with my drink, which I let sit on the counter.
    Mr. Bait-and-Switch went in for the kill. “So, what can you tell me about your friend?”
    I blinked at him a few times. “Who?”
    He gave me a look. “Blondie out there. I saw you come in with her. What’s her deal?”
    I widened my eyes. “Oh, my gosh! Are you interested?”
    Trying to hold back a smile, he fingered his goatee. “Well, yeah. Sure.”
    “You’re just her type.” I clapped and squealed, bouncing my feet on the rungs of the barstool. “She is going to be so excited. They just let her out of the facility.” I reached for his arm. “She hasn’t been out in the general population for what, four years now? Be careful with her.”
    He pulled his arm away and stepped back. “Maybe it’s not the best time for her right now.”
    “Really?” I pouted. “Darn it.”
    He eyed the drink he’d bought me and then wandered away. Brady leaned over the bar; his mouth was right next to my ear. “Why not just say she has a boyfriend?” His breath was hot on my cheek.
    I turned to him, falling in love all over again. “Because then they try even harder.”
    One corner of his mouth quirked up. “Why not say she’s your girlfriend?”
    I cocked an eyebrow. “Then they’re even more interested.”
    He laughed. “Must be hard, coming up with so many reasons.”
    I plucked a cherry from my Coke and popped it in my mouth. “Not really. Sometimes I try to keep a theme to my excuses. Like tonight they might all have a criminal element. That’d be fun. Or maybe I’ll stick with the medical and mental excuses.” I rubbed my hands together as I tried to decide.
    He wiped down the bar, shaking his head. “A woman with a PhD in lying. Impressive. Need a refill, or will you be enjoying the top-shelf whiskey you stuck that poor chump with?”
    “Lying for a good cause doesn’t count as lying. It’s creative protection.” I patted the bar top. “And keep the whiskey there, it makes me look sophisticated, right?”
    “Next to the Coke with an umbrella and five cherries? Definitely.”
    “Thought so.” I looked for Miranda in the crowd. She had moved on from the college boys and was now dancing with a tall, redheaded guy. He didn’t stand a chance. She’d crossed redheaded guys off her list months ago. Currently, she was looking for someone Australian, since she’d never had the pleasure, or someone with yacht, since she had had that pleasure and wanted to enjoy it again. That’s when I saw another guy making a beeline for me. I swore under my breath.
    “Hey, how you doing?”
    I smiled. “I’m a little itchy, actually.” I scratched the back of my neck. “A bit sweaty, too. I have a terrible headache. And cramps.” I grimaced and set my hand on my tummy. “How are you?”
    He blinked at me a few times and then looked over at Miranda. “I’d be a