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them had gotten past a date or two. And none had ever sparked the kind of burning desire she was feeling right now, without being physically touched at all.
    Her response to Jackson should have felt weird, considering he was Clay’s twin and she’d once had a tiny crush on her boss before he’d met and married Samantha. But while the two brothers were similar in looks, she already knew that their personalities were vastly different. This man who’d just stopped in front of her with only the counter separating them was dynamic and sophisticated, more worldly and enigmatic compared to Clay’s more casual persona and the simple way he chose to live.
    And he was way out of Tara’s league. She considered herself an ordinary, average woman who poured drinks and managed a bar in a low- to middle-class neighborhood. And she carried around way too much baggage of guilt and regrets that sometimes felt like a hundred-pound weight on her conscience. Undoubtedly, Jackson was used to beautiful, exquisite females who were elegant and refined. Women who came from respectable families and didn’t have a past crammed full of shameful secrets. There was nothing about Tara or her life that was remotely close to being cultured in any way, and there never would be.
    He cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes flicking across her face before meeting her gaze again. “Warm in here?” he asked.
    His odd question caught her off guard. It was the last thing she’d expected him to say after leaving Clay’s office. “Umm, no. Why?”
    A hint of a teasing smile tipped the corner of his mouth. “Your skin, mostly your cheeks, looks a little flushed.”
    Because she’d just been thinking about his prowess in the bedroom before her thoughts had veered off course . Suddenly feeling as though he’d read her mind somehow, that he knew exactly the kind of effect he had on her senses, she resisted the impulse to raise her palms to her flushed face.
    She asked a more important question of her own instead. “How did it go in there?”
    “As well as can be expected, I suppose.” He shrugged nonchalantly, though she didn’t miss the quick flash of disappointment that passed through his eyes before he replaced it with a wry grin. “They’re a tough crowd. Mason especially.”
    She’d known that the brothers would be wary, standoffish, even. And she couldn’t blame them considering they’d had no opportunity to process the fact that they had another sibling. “Just give them time, and I’m sure they’ll come around.”
    He looked doubtful but didn’t comment as he withdrew his wallet, pulled out a twenty, and pushed it across the counter toward her.
    She eyed the money in confusion. “What’s this for?”
    “It’s for the Bushmills I had earlier.”
    She quickly shook her head. “You don’t have to pay for your drink—”
    “Yes, I do,” he countered adamantly. “I’m a paying customer just like anyone else in here. The last thing I want is to have my own brothers press charges against me for running out on my tab.”
    He said the words with a light amount of humor, but the underlying message in his comment made her chest tighten . . . Jackson knew the three men back in the office didn’t trust him, nor had they welcomed him as family. He was still a stranger, and yeah, a paying customer.
    Reluctantly, she picked up the cash, hating that she felt so torn between feeling compassion toward a man she’d just met and remaining loyal to the three brothers who were the closest thing she had to a family. She truly understood both sides of this situation and wished that the meeting had gone better for Jackson.
    “Let me get your change,” she said softly.
    “No need,” he replied before she could move toward the register. “Thanks for the conversation earlier. I enjoyed it.” His voice vibrated with sincerity, and he gave her a playful wink.
    She smiled at him as a sensual warmth slid through her. “I hope I see you again.”