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friendship. After
two years, he’d be a fool to not see he was headed for heartache, but that didn’t
stop him from wanting her. Big time.
    To cool his engine, Chase said, “Let’s do a shot.”
    She laughed. “Not a chance in hell.”
    “You say that all too often.” He winked at her. “What, can’t
hold your liquor, tough girl?”
    “Please,” she smirked. “Our boss still believes in the
two-martini lunch. I can suck ’em down.”
    Chase groaned. “Careful about your word choice,” he
whispered in her ear.
    “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
    He let out a hearty guffaw. “Impossible when I’m sitting
next to you.”
    The bartender came their way after sprinkling the infield
with fresh cocktails.
    “What else can I get you?” he asked Chase.
    “Shot of Patrón. And for the lady…” He eyed Cassidy a
moment, then said, “Amaretto with a cherry in it.”
    The bartender busied himself with the order. Cassidy punched
Chase in the arm. It actually stung. Not that he should be surprised, given her
upbringing.
    “Amaretto?” she demanded, though her eyes danced with a
playful glint. “That screams puff. ”
    He merely shrugged.
    “And what’s with the cherry?” Her gaze narrowed on him. “You
don’t think I’m a virgin, do you?”
    He laughed again. “I wouldn’t be sitting here with you if I
did. That’s not my thing.”
    Heat colored her cheeks, and it was a damn pretty sight. She
didn’t shy away from the saucy banter, and he liked that about her as well. She
gave back as good as she got.
    When her shot arrived, Cassidy popped the cherry in her
mouth and twisted the stem into a pretzel with her tongue, then presented it to
him.
    “Cheap and passé party trick, babe.” He snickered.
    “You were the one who ordered it.” To the bartender, she
said, “Take this girly drink away, please, and pour me tequila as well.”
    Chase eyed her skeptically. “Don’t get too wild on me.”
    She shot him a sassy look, turning up the heat because she
had a safety net he recognized—the guys gathered on the other side of her. “Thought
I was the wicked type? Kinky with fetishes, even.”
    His gaze locked with hers. “Are you?”
    “No.” She didn’t glance away, just continued to stare into
his eyes.
    His cock twitched. “You wanna be?”
    Her breath hitched. “I don’t know.”
    “Scared?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Hmm.” He dragged his gaze from hers and reached for his
shot. “Little shake of salt on the hand, slam the shot, suck the lime.”
    “You don’t make any sense to me,” she said. “One minute I’m
risqué in your eyes, the next I’ve just fallen off the turnip truck.”
    She licked the skin in the crook of her hand between the
thumb and index finger. Sprinkled some salt on it. Licked it again…slowly,
making him groan as he thought of her doing that to his dick. Then she drained
the tequila in one quick gulp. She held up the lime, a sardonic expression on
her face, and dumped it in the empty shot glass without sucking on it.
    “Smartass,” he said, though he heard the hint of admiration
in his voice. Okay, it was more than that. Not only did he think highly of her,
he was seriously aroused by her. In Chase’s mind, Cassidy Reynolds was the
complete package. Well, except for that all work and no play thing she
had going on. Although…she finally seemed to be cutting loose this
evening. With him.
    He downed his own shot and ordered another round.
    “If you think you’re going to get me sloppy drunk and take
advantage of me,” she said in her provocative tone that drove him wild, “think
again. I have lots of experience in this arena. A multitude of male relatives
who taught me how to drink with the big boys. I’m more than capable of keeping
up, my friend.”
    He couldn’t stop himself from leaning toward her and
murmuring, “I want to be more than your friend.”
    “Chase.” She stared at him unwaveringly. Though he didn’t
miss the twinkle in her