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and let out a breath. He was offering her another opportunity she didn’t want. At least that is what she kept reminding herself, even if she knew she was lying to herself.
    C.J. approached her next table, two young couples in their early thirties. She knew how to up-the-check, and at the same instance, give herself justification to visit the bar.
    “Ladies,” she said, speaking only to the women. “We have a special creation tonight, a raspberry margarita. We take our famous frozen-lime margaritas and add a swirl of Chambord liquor. If you like margaritas , you simply must sample this one.” The women giggled and looked at their partners who encouraged them to go ahead. “And may I recommend a couple of our signature draft beer for you gentlemen?”
    Order in hand, she was off to the service bar, which was at the far end of the customer s ’ area. Across the service station sat Jordan.
    He smiled, a brilliant smile exposing a perfect set of white teeth, as she approached. He was an ideal specimen of a man, and obviously he didn’t take “no” for an answer. Of course, he could have just decided to have a beer , but she doubted that. Most guys would have scampered off with their tail between their legs, but here Jordan sat, smiling at her. Unable to control herself, she smiled back, retrieved her order and returned to her customers. Adrenalin e coursed through her veins, as if she’d just run a marathon. The cocktails she carried nearly toppled over as her hands quivered beneath the tray. How could a man she didn’t even know affect her in such a way?
    As the night progressed, she constantly made excuses to visit the bar. Every time she saw an appetizer order for the bartender, she’d snatch it up and deliver it personally. All her tables were against the window, so her back was always to the bar, but she could swear she felt Jordan’s eyes following her.
    She wondered if she should be worried, but somehow worry was not the word coming to mind, flattered was more like it.
    “Billy, hey, gotta minute?” The bartender was grabbing a dinner plate, but he stopped to look. Some bartenders could be so cocky, but Billy was always nice to her. Of course, the extra tip she threw him at the end of her shift didn’t hurt.
    “Sure, but I’m in the weeds. Whacha need?”
    “I was just wondering about the guy at the far end of the bar? The—”
    Billy cut her off by rolling his eyes and huffing through his nose. “You’re the tenth server who’s asked me about him. The mili tary-looking guy, right?” C.J. n odded sheepishly. “Name’s Jordan. Seems like an interesting guy, great tipper by the way. I think he said he was in construction. Makes sense, he looks like it. It’s weird though. He ordered a beer, took a few sips then pushed it away. Hours later, he ordered another draft, but hasn’t touched it either.”
    “So, did he—”
    “ Gotta go, C.J., We’ll talk later.” Billy turned and walked away.
    So was Jordan really waiting for her , she wondered.
    Business was slow and Tim informed C.J. he ’d closed her section. Under normal circumstances, this news would disappoint her. Typically, she’d offer to close for another server if they wanted to leave early, but tonight she felt otherwise inclined.
    She walked up lithely behind the gentleman playing havoc with her perfect strategy of not dating while finishing college. What could it hurt…he didn’t even live here.
    “Jordan,” she said in a bold voice, leaning up against the counter alongside his barstool. “Are you stalking me? I already told you I don’t date.”
     
    Jordan felt a thrill surge through him at the sound of his name emanating from her lips.
    He lifted his eyes up to meet hers, inclining his head slightly. “I didn’t ask you on a date. I asked you to coffee.” He concentrated on keeping his voice confident. It wasn’t easy. She made him feel a little shaky inside. Something he wasn’t accustomed to as women went or anyone