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sexual harassment only applied when it was unwanted.”
    “Are you saying you like it when he rubs your shoulders and pats your head?” Ben felt ill at the thought.
    “I don’t dislike it.”
    “You like being a barmaid that gets love taps like a dog then?” he asked with narrowed eyes.
    “I suppose I do.”
    “Well,” Ben leaned forward, “then you work for the right man.”
    “Well okay.” Dylan shrugged her shoulders and flashed him a smirk. 
    “Could I get two shots?” he asked, smirking devilishly in return.
    “Make it three,” Jonah called from behind him.
    Defeated on his moment alone with Dylan, he obliged with a smile. “Make it three.”
    Dylan poured the shots and slid all three over to Ben. “She doesn’t look like a tequila girl. This should be interesting.”
    Ben slid one back to her while he watched her with one mischievous eye. “I actually wanted this one for my favorite tequila girl.”
    Jonah laughed. “Quit hitting on my sister.”
    “I would never.” Only Ben knew that he was. He figured, Jonah would never expect it and, even with it in front of his face, he would more than likely shrug it off for a harmless, drunken joke.
    Jonah lifted his shot. “Here’s to the sexy brunette over there.” He slammed his glass down to the bar and staggered drunkenly to his newest victim.
    “Your girlfriend over there looks upset,” Dylan teased, clearing away the empty shot glasses. “You might want to go back to her.”
    Ben told himself to walk away. The worst part of himself refused to listen most of the time and, when there was liquor involved, the devil on his shoulder had a way of taking over.
    “I don’t even know her name,” he said through a deep chuckle.
    “I’m sure every girl in here could say that they’ve made out with you, Ben. I truly believe that you couldn’t tell me half their names.”
    Ben leaned over the bar with his elbows. “I know your name.”
    “I said girls you’ve actually kissed, smartass.” Dylan crossed her arms and shot him a warning look.
    “What do you mean?” He let his eyes scan the room to make sure that Jonah was far enough away. “We’ve made out before.”
    Dylan’s face flashed with anger. “No. We’ve never made out before, Ben.” She threw back her last shot and slammed the glass back down onto the bar. “For you to say otherwise is just insulting.”
    Not really all that thrown off by her reaction, he watched as she closed down her register and grabbed for her bag.
    “Are you leaving?” He wanted to chase after her, but he realized he wasn’t that drunk yet.
    “Michael said he’s going to close up tonight and, quite frankly, I have no reason to stay.”
    As Brandon Mathews stepped into the bar, Dylan pulled him right back out the way he came. Brandon was the oldest sibling of the group and, to no one’s surprise, the most successful with a career as an architect in California. He never really held back on the idea that he was the man of the family.
    “Drive me home,” she ordered, yanking him along with her.
    “What?” Brandon’s confused eyes narrowed on Ben. “What’s wrong?”
    “I just want to leave,” she hissed, and stepped outside.
    “Okay.” Brandon turned and followed his little sister’s lead.
    “What did you say to her, McKenna?” Michael asked Ben from behind the bar.
    Ben refused to turn around to look at him. “Bag it, Oilie. You just worry about getting me another beer.”
    Michael sent an unopened beer sliding down the bar. He intentionally left the cap snuggly placed on the mouth of the bottle in the hopes that it would irritate Ben. Amused by Michael’s attempt, Ben smirked as he slammed the bottle against the side of the bar, scratching the wooded edge and sending the metal cap flying.
    “You know what, McKenna?” Michael asked.
    “I don ’t know that I care, Olerson.”
    “You’re still an asshole.”  
    “What’s wrong with Weed?” Jonah asked as he stepped to Ben’s