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And her reasons for that were partly selfish and had everything to do with him, personally, and the attraction that she had no business even thinking about, let alone acting upon.
    “That all depends on those three men back in the office and whether or not they want me around.” He sounded resigned to the latter. “Have a good evening, Tara.”
    “You, too, Jackson.” She watched him go, ignoring the odd pang of disappointment inside of her in favor of ogling him one last time before he was gone. With his broad shoulders, lean hips, and confident stride, the man’s backside was just as hot and mouthwatering as the rest of him.
    Amanda walked up to the service area, her head turned toward Jackson’s retreat, too. “Damn, he is so fine. I want to strip him naked and lick him from head to toe.”
    “Not if I do it first.” Tara’s eyes widened as she jerked her gaze to Amanda, shocked that she’d spoken her wicked thoughts out loud.
    “Oh, my God, Tara,” the other woman chastised with a laugh. “Did those words really just come out of your mouth?”
    “Maybe,” she murmured, then tried to distract the bar waitress. “What do you need?”
    “I need an apple martini and a Sam’s, and you obviously need to get laid.” Amusement danced in Amanda’s eyes. “You’ve never asserted a claim on any guy who’s come into this bar, and you’re starting with Clay’s twin? I’m impressed.”
    That same flush of heat that Jackson had called her on less than five minutes ago suffused her cheeks once more. “I’m not claiming anyone,” she insisted as she grabbed a chilled bottle of beer, popped the top, and set it on Amanda’s tray before starting in on the fruity cocktail.
    “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone,” the other woman promised in a low, conspiratorial voice. “Just remember the ‘I licked it first, therefore it’s mine’ rule. You’d better do it before someone else does.”
    This time, Tara laughed. “As much as I might want to lick him, it’s not going to happen.”
    “Why the hell not?”
    “For a number of reasons.” She poured the vodka and sour apple pucker into the metal shaker with bits of ice and shook the ingredients together until the alcohol was cold and slightly frothy. “For one, I have no idea if he’s available, and for another, I really don’t think I’m his type. Did you happen to notice that really nice suit he was wearing that probably cost a small fortune?” she asked sarcastically.
    Amanda dropped a cherry into the apple martini before setting it next to the beer on her tray, then smirked at Tara. “I was too wrapped up in my own fantasy of getting him naked and licking him to notice what he was wearing. Stop getting caught up in the trivial things or you’ll never have any fun.”
    Tara just rolled her eyes, but there was a more important detail to the equation . . . and that was the distinct possibility that she might not ever see Jackson again. There was no telling if he’d be back or not. The answer to that subject was in the hands of the three Kincaid brothers, and she suddenly wanted to know how they were dealing with the news that they had a sibling they hadn’t even known about.
    “Hey, Amanda,” Tara said as the other woman was about to leave the counter. “After you deliver those drinks, are your tables good for a while?”
    “Yep. Do you need me to cover for you so you can run to the little girls’ room?”
    Amanda split her time between cocktail waitressing and bartending at Kincaid’s, depending on what was needed for the night. Wednesdays were the slowest evenings of the week, so Amanda took the waitress shift. “Actually, I’d like to go talk to Clay and it might be more than a few minutes.”
    “Sure, fine. I can handle the bar and Gina can cover the floor for a while,” she said of the other bar waitress and part-time bartender who was also working for the night. “Give me a sec to take care of these drinks, and I’ll be