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you had those big leather
wallets with the chain on them attached to your belt.”
    He
grinned, enjoying teasing her, so he frowned, “Chains? Not a clue what you’re
talkin’ about, babe.”
    She
caught on quickly that he was teasing her. “Right.”
    He
laughed. “It was my grandfather’s, so I use it. Fond memories, I guess.”
    She
nodded, studying him.
    Marty
brought their drinks.
    Crash
eyed her drink and watched her take a sip. “I bet you’re one of those girls
that drinks those pretty drinks out of a martini glass like those chicks on
‘Sex in the City’.”
    Shannon
let out a small laugh. “It’s ‘Sex and the City’, Crash.”
    He
frowned, “You sure? That phrase doesn’t even make sense.”
    “Pretty
sure, Crash.” She grinned, taking a sip of her drink.
    “Huh.”
Then he turned to Marty. “What’s that drink?”
    “I
think you mean a Cosmo.”
    “Cosmo?
I thought that was a magazine chicks read. My ex was always trying to get me to
answer questions off some stupid quiz in that thing.”
    Marty
shook his head, knowing Crash was playing dumb just to tease the girl. “It’s
both Crash, a magazine and a drink. I’ll make you one, if you want.”
    “Like
hell you will. I don’t drink those damn frou-frou drinks.” He took a sip of his
bourbon, as if to prove his point. He connected eyes with Marty over the rim of
his glass and could see he was in on the joke.
    “How
about a Blue Lagoon? Bet you’d like one of those,” Marty teased him.
    “Is
it blue?” Crash asked.
    “Yup.”
    “Then
hell no.”
    They
both laughed.
    “So,
I drink girly drinks. Clue in, Crash, I’m a girl,” Shannon pointed out.
    Crash’s
eyes swept over her. “Yes, ma’am. You are definitely a girl. With all the very
right parts.”
    She
huffed out a breath, slid off the stool and asked Marty where the ladies room
was. When he pointed toward the back, she hiked her handbag over her shoulder
and walked off.
    Crash
leaned back on his stool, his eyes watching her ass as she moved off. When she
disappeared into the restroom, his gaze swung back to Marty. “Damn, that’s one
fine ass.”
    Marty
chuckled. “Yeah, and it belongs to a woman that’s way out of your league.”
    Crash
tossed his drink back and shrugged. “Maybe.”
    Marty
shook his head. “Guess the way you boys attract women, wouldn’t be surprised at
that, if she fell at your feet.”
    Crash
grinned. “Now that’d be a damn pretty picture. Her at my feet.”
    Marty
snorted.
    Crash
nodded toward her drink sitting on the bar. “What’s that called again?”
    “Mudslide.”
    “What’s
in it?” He picked it up and sniffed it.
    “Kahlua,
Bailey’s, and supposed to be vodka. Your girl asked for coconut rum, so, not
sure what that tastes like.” He
nodded toward the drink in Crash’s hand.
    Crash
took a sip, studied the glass and said, “Not bad. A little sweet for my taste.”
Then he downed another big sip before setting the glass back.
    When
Shannon returned a few minutes later, she sat, picked up her glass and looked at
it. Then her eyes cut to Crash. “Did you drink this?”
    When
he just grinned in return, she set the glass back down with a little too much
force.
    Crash
stood up. “Let’s roll, Princess.”
    They
moved to the door, and he held it for her. They walked out to the parking lot
and stopped at his bike. Crash picked up the helmet that Cole had left sitting
on his seat and held it out to her.
    She
looked at it and then at him. “I’m in a dress.”
    “See
that, babe. It’s real pretty.”
    “I
can’t ride in a dress, Crash.”
    “Sure
you can.” When she still didn’t take the helmet, he took a step toward her and
set it on her head. Then he buckled the strap. He strapped his own on, slung
his leg over and lifted the bike up off its kickstand. He watched her face,
waiting for that moment when she’d notice. And here it was.
    “Where
the hell am I supposed to sit, in your lap?”
    He
fired up the bike and