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all, come to that.
    All that and Grey’s served a mean cheeseburger, if she remembered it right.
    Emmy smiled as she stepped into the familiar dimness and found both men right where she’d left them a decade ago when the only naughty thing she’d been permitted to order in this place was the huckleberry pie Margery had always claimed could make a girl fat if she so much as thought about eating it. Jason stood scowling in the gloomy shadows at the far end of the bar while Reese served drinks next to a third remarkably attractive bartender with a cheerful Australian accent, as if only stunning men applied for work in this place.
    “ Are they still so…” she asked as they walked toward the long, gleaming bar and couldn’t quite pick the right word in the face of all that obviously unfriendly yet undeniably attractive manhood on the other side, “…growly?”
    “ Absolutely,” Griffin muttered, directing her toward a set of bar stools with a light touch to the small of her back that she shouldn’t have felt at all, much less the way she did. Like a bolt of lightning. “It gets worse by the day.”
    This time, Emmy was going to be able to order something other than a diet Coke, at last. She felt as excited about that as she had about ordering her first legal drink on her actual twenty-first birthday in Atlanta all those years ago.
    And then Griffin slid onto the barstool next to her and she allowed as how her excitement was a many splendored thing, indeed.
    He’d thrown a hooded sweatshirt on over his t-shirt and he should have looked like an adolescent hooligan. Or something other than the successful owner of a vastly expanding, international business that he was. But he didn’t. He did something extraordinarily male with his chin and a particular look, and the Australian bartender slid him a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. And then when Griffin did something with his eyebrows, a second one.
    “ You really do ruin everything,” she said crossly when he poured out two shots and nudged one toward her. “I’ve been looking forward to ordering a drink here since I was ten years old.”
    “ Then by all means,” he said in that smoky way of his that threatened the integrity of her bones, turning all of them to mush even as she tried to sit up straighter. “Let this be apology number one.”
    He lifted up his s hot glass and Emmy did the same. She felt something darker than mere heat wind through her when he tapped the two together, yet never moved that intent green gaze of his from hers.
    She tossed her shot back and let the whiskey roll through her, a mellow fire that wasn’t at all helpful when it tangled with all that heat already inside of her. Not helpful, but it made her feel bold. Softer around the edges, especially after a long afternoon spent dunked neck deep in the sea of Margery’s college friends.
    I just don ’t understand you, one of them had cooed at Emmy, her head cocked to one side so that Emmy had been all but mesmerized by the cunning placement of the barrette that swept her glossy light brown hair back in a kind of wave from her forehead. You’d be so cute if you let yourself.
    Emmy will never let herself be anything she can ’t control and call practical, Margery, the raging control freak in the Mathis family by such a large margin it was almost funny, had trilled with no apparent sense of irony.
    Everyone had laughed, including Emmy after receiving a warning look from her frazzled mother from across Gran Harriet’s large and comfortable living room, and Emmy still didn’t know which part of that she found more annoying. That the most controlling woman she’d ever known, who had been like that when they were both under the age of ten, dared say something like that to Emmy in front of all of her friends? Or that she was currently sitting much too close to the reason she’d decided recklessness was for idiots like the one she’d been at eighteen, and since then had set about making