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did.  Then I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about anything.
    Lindsey and Steph (our other roomie) had questioned my outfit and especially my makeup.   I stood in front of my full-length mirror before I left our apartment, and it felt a little surreal.  Yeah, that was me there—dark brown hair, pale green eyes accentuated with the false eyelashes I’d donned—but I looked different.  I’d never thought I was a girl who could look hot, but with Lindsey’s help, I’d accomplished the impossible.
    I thought I looked irresistible, but only time would tell.
    An hour later, sometime after seven, I sat at the bar scoping out the place.  It wasn’t the kind of bar I would ever choose to go to on my own.  There were a lot of rough-looking guys there—bikers, body builders, jocks, probable gang members.  It was a bar for men .  In fact, the only other woman I’d seen was Fay, and she’d gone to great lengths to make sure she wasn’t visible.
    So, you’d think being the only woman in a bar, I’d be getting hitting on constantly, but that definitely wasn’t the case.  I think it’s because I was an outsider.  Women just didn’t come here, and the regulars figured I’d take the hint if I wasn’t encouraged.  At least, that was the vibe I got.
    It felt like a man cave.  It wasn’t a gay bar.  It was men engaged in manly banter, drinking, pool, and darts.   They were doing things with their bros , and hos shouldn’t have the gall to bother them, invading their territory when they weren’t welcome.
    Well, too bad.  I was, no matter what that place felt like.
    I again spied Fay sitting in a booth across the bar.  She was wearing a black wig and sunglasses.  Yes, I’m completely serious.  I couldn’t believe she wanted to watch while I tried to tempt her husband.  I was becoming more and more convinced that the woman was sick.  From my vantage point, I could see her if I turned completely around, but the boys at the pool table I could see just by looking to my side.
    And , my God, they were all hot, but Kage was smokin’.  He would have been the guy I’d wanted out of the three even if I hadn’t been on a mission to destroy his marriage in exchange for car repair.  And Fay’s pictures hadn’t included all the tattoos on his arms.  Holy hell.  The guy was gorgeous and was flipping every switch I had without even knowing it.
    I sucked in another breath.  No , I wasn’t trying to destroy his marriage.  I couldn’t think that way.  Instead, I was testing his faithfulness, and he could turn me down.
    I slammed the shot in front of me, hoping it would give me more courage, and then paid the bartender to have his cocktail waitress take a drink to the man in my sights.   ( Aha!   A cocktail waitress.  A comrade in arms!)  I was sending over a shot for him, one of tequila.  Fay had told me it was one of his favorites, so it would be a great way to break the ice.  I was biting down, my jaw clenched tight, feeling way more nervous than I should, and I considered ordering another shot of my own.  But I had to watch his response.  And when she took the drink to him, a short conversation between them ensued, but he looked over at me and nodded, then slammed the shot.  I smiled.
    But nothing happened.  He smiled back and said thanks , but then went back to his pool game.
    Yeah… it might have been the man cave vibe, but I got the feeling Kage’s reaction was more than that, that if this guy was cheating, he had a special someone.  He should have jumped on my invitation.  Maybe I wasn’t his type.
    But I wasn’t ready to give up yet, and I knew Fay wouldn’t let me off the hook this early on anyway.  She would demand eight hundred dollars’ worth of effort.  So I asked the bartender to send Kage and his three buddies another round of the beers they were finishing up, and I paid him for that too.
    I should have asked Fay to pay for all expenses as well, because the drinks were adding