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Gardner make my toes curl? It’s been longer than I
thought. I mean, he is gorgeous, but he’s a
friend. Keep reminding yourself,
Savy.
    “Down boy,” I say to him.
“Trust me, you got nothing on me.”
    “If you say so.” He smiles.
“Being a gentleman, I’ll go first. And speaking of
domesticated animals, a woman once meowed at everything I said and
did.”
    I snort. “A man once took me out
to dinner and watched me eat everything by myself.”
    Cash shakes his head. “You lose
that one. Sorry. Try harder next time.”
    “I always play to win,” I
glare. “Although Cat Woman sex does sound amazing—as
long as she was declawed.”
    Cash motions to the shot. I lick the
salt off my wrist quickly, trying to ignore the intensity of his eyes
on me, down the shot, then chase it all down with a bite of lime. I
fight back a grimace and flash a thumbs-up instead. It’s been a
long time since I’ve done shots, and I can feel the alcohol go
straight to my head. Cash pours another.
    “Nice work with the salt there,”
he says, deadpan, though I can see a smile twitching at the corner of
his mouth. “Looks like I’m up again. A woman once made me
a painting out of felted hair that she collected from her drain. True
story.” He looks at me and folds his arms.
    I’m agape. “Do you actually
sleep with these women?”
    He shrugs. “They don’t seem
as crazy in person. At least, not right away.”
    “Tonight a man wanted me to be
his get-out-of-parent-rage girl. He figured it’d be okay to
quit lawyering if I was there to impress his mom and dad. And he
wanted me to go to his band’s gig on Saturday and also see
about getting him a job here as a DJ. Also, he said I’m too
sexy to work in law, which I guess, besides being sexist, would
negate the first part of the bargain and leave neither of us with the
ability to appease the doting parentals.”
    I take a deep breath after letting all
that out in such a long rush. Cash debates, and then takes the
salt-shaker.
    “I think I actually lose that
one.”
    “You do.”
I push the limes in his direction with a small, satisfied smile.
    He licks salt off his hand, taps the
shot on the table, and takes it, chasing the drink with a lime.
    Several horror stories later, we’ve
amassed a small pyramid of shot glasses and the edges of my vision
are beginning to unravel and fuzz. The world’s taken on a new
glow, and it makes my simple problems feel so much less important
than I once thought of them.
    “I just—why
can’t I find a man? I mean I’m a catch, right? Do I just
have loser stamped across my head?” I ask as Cash pours another
shot.
    “I can neither confirm nor deny
that.”
    “I’m not saying I wanna get
married,” I slur, “or that I need a man to complete my life. I can take care of myself, you know? But
I’m wound up tighter than a spring right now. I will take
anything with two legs and a dick that can give me a passable orgasm.
Seriously.”
    “Have some standards,” Cash
urges.
    “Says the man with none,” I
retort.
    “Ouch. Just for that, you get the
next shot.”
    Salt.
    Shot down the hatch, but when I grab
for the lime my fingers slip and the lime goes flying. The tequila
burns me from the inside out.
    “Bite down, Savy.” Cash
holds up a lime and I lean in and bite down, sucking in the juice
from the fruit. Looking up through my lashes at Cash, a million dirty
things rush through my head. All of them starring Cash Gardner. It’s
enough that when he pulls the lime away and runs his thumb along my
lower lip, I catch it with my teeth. His eyes darken. This isn’t
just two friends having fun. There’s something happening.
    One more push and this could happen.
Not just that, I would gladly let it happen, and probably enjoy every
minute of it.
    Cash clearly thinks the same, because
he leans closer. “You know, Savy, if you ever need to relieve
that stress, all you have to do is ask. I promise by the time I’m
done with you, you’ll come