Page 3 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

I slide the glass onto a napkin.

“Yes.”

“You’re telling me he didn’t flirt with you?”

I grab the ticket and set the glass on my tray.

“No.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Yes.”

Sarah leans forward across the bar.

“What?”

I pick up the tray and shrug.

“He said thanks.”

She stares at me.

“That’s it?”

I hesitate for half a second. Then I sigh.

“And he called me doll.”

Sarah slaps the bar.

“I KNEW IT.”

“Sarah,” I warn.

She’s grinning.

“The suit guy called you doll. Katie, that man is flirting.”

“He ordered a drink,” I say firmly.

She gestures toward the corner.

“And he’s been staring at you for a week.”

I roll my eyes and lift the tray.

“He’s getting his whiskey, and that’s the end of it.”

“Mhm,” she says, completely unconvinced.

I weave back through the crowd and stop at his table again. He hasn’t moved. One arm rests against the back of the booth while his other hand sits loose on the table as he watches me. I set the glass down in front of him.

“Whiskey neat.”

His eyes flick up to mine, and a small smile touches the corner of his mouth.

“Thanks, doll.”