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wasn’t nearly as tall. The cool air
conditioning licked at her clammy skin as she wiped her sweaty palms on a black
apron with the word Sugars stenciled
across its front in hot pink.
    The tall guy
whose name she couldn’t recall smiled as he approached the counter. “Hi Evy.”
    “You are
following me,” she said faintly.
    Brooke glanced
at Dean and narrowed her eyes.
    “Thought we’d
stop by and see what all the fuss was about.”
    Evy tucked a strand
of hair that had managed to escape her ponytail behind an ear. “ Fuss ?”
    “Yeah,” Dean
replied, taking the place in. “Everyone’s talking about this place on Facebook , Twitter, the blogs... Pinterest .”
    An eyebrow leapt
into the middle of Evy’s forehead. “You’re on Pinterest ?”
    “No, but Jon
here is.”
    “Jon Vanguard,”
the blond friend said with confidence, extending his hand.
    Evy hesitantly
reached across the countertop and shook Jon’s warm hand, the hint of a grin
tugging at the corner of her lips.
    “Good crowd for
a Friday night,” he said, scoping the place out.
    “It’s not bad,” Evy
responded, her eyes gravitating back to Dean. “It was really busy earlier.”
    “So what’ya got to drink?” Jon asked, craning his neck to see
behind her.
    “Tonight’s
special is an Apple Sage Ginger Mezcal Smash for nine
dollars.”
    Jon frowned.
“What the hell is that?”
    Evy smiled. “ It’s Mezcal tequila and simple
syrup muddled with apple, sage and ginger.”
    Jon traded a
hesitant look with Dean. “How about two shots of the tequila
and a couple of IPAs?”
    She laughed and
glanced at the tall guy whose name she couldn’t remember, butterflies
fluttering in her stomach. She turned to the rows of liquor bottles behind her
and poured two shots before grabbing some beer bottles from a nearby cooler. Evy
glanced in the mirror as she slowly poured the beers into glasses and busted
Dean staring at her butt. Heat flashed between her legs and she flushed with
embarrassment.
    She turned back
to them with the drinks and Dean handed her two twenties. Her fingers brushed
against his as she took the money, sending electricity shooting through her
veins. She smiled at him and stepped around her nosy sister.
    Dean followed Evy
to the cash register, watching her every move. “This place is really amazing.”
    “Thank you,” she
said, handing him back his change and catching another charge when they touched
again.
    Brooke moved in
closer. “So who’s tall, dark, and handsome here, Evy?”
    “Jon Vanguard,”
Jon quickly replied, reaching his hand across the counter.
    Brooke jerked
her admiring gaze from Dean to Jon and shook his hand with a subtle laugh. “And
this one?” she asked, turning back to Dean.
    Evy shot the
shorter brunette a look and returned her heated gaze to Dean, squeezing her
eyes together in mystic wonder. “Steve, right?”
    “Dean,” he said,
correcting her with a polite grin.
    A mortified look
stole across Evy’s reddening face. She glanced at the shorter girl standing
next to her. “This is my nosy little sister, Brooke.”
    Brooke reached
across the counter and enthusiastically shook Dean’s hand. “Nice
to meet you, Dean.”
    “Nice to meet
you,” he smiled back. “You guys have a great place.”
    “Thank you,” Brooke
dreamily replied.
    Jon raised a shot
glass into the air. “Here’s to making new friends,” he said, shooting Brooke a wink
that she didn’t catch it.
    Dean clanked his
shot glass against Jon’s and knocked it back.
    “So is this the
guy who asked you out at the gym the other day?”
    “Brooke!” Evy
gasped, clapping a hand over her heart.
    Brooke studied
Dean like he was a shiny new car. “How could you turn this gorgeous man down?”
    Jon kicked Dean’s
foot below the counter and Dean smiled before sipping on his beer.
    “I am going to
kill you,” Evy whispered out the corner of her mouth.
    “Well, you’re in
luck, Dean,” Brooke said, reaching behind Evy and untying